Considering the quality of insults in the past, I'm sure it wasn't.
What kind of insult would someone have set yours to? Something generic, or...personal?
I'm not asking you to tell me what it is exactly, obviously that isn't any of my business. ( it's a product of concern, because Ben's was nothing of the sort. he mulls his own password over again, scrutinizing it further in his mind. it feels associated to Ben, but it doesn't feel that personal.
personal. [ Will reads Ben's last reply over. Again.
He's not demanding the exact word, and maybe that's what causes Will to want to share it. He teeters on the edge of doing so anyway, to be contrary, to be brave about this, but what he ends up settling on is a curious if cowardly: ] at what point does being polite become turning people away?
( personal. Ben might level a heartfelt 'oof' if he were a lesser man, but he sentiment is there in spirit.
Ben moves along to add on to the conversation, some theories he has about the incense, the location of the country club, letting logic guide his focus. )
( but when Ben receives that second message...the indicator disappears, followed by a few beats of idle nothing.
it takes some time for Ben to reel about the question, double-triple questioning how much of that remark is really meant for him, directly. )
Hopefully not before the point where one finds themselves concerned about another's vulnerability, but doesn't know if they have the right to ask someone to put something personal on display.
So, perhaps the point where the phrase "that isn't any of my business" was used. ( he can see that now, now that he's dissecting the scene that played out a moment ago. )
I'm sorry. I've had to handle quite a lot of explaining-myself-from-scratch in life and it's never been pleasant. I don't want someone else thinking they owe me an explanation for something personal. It's tricky, wanting to know more about someone else, and knowing most of what to navigate is uncomfortable. I don't mean to turn you away.
I can rescind my remark about it not being my business, considering I would be happy to make it my business. If it isn't too late to make an edit to the conversation.
[ There's an impulsive edge to being rude that never quite anticipates a considerate response. The more texts that roll in, kindly addressing what Will sniped a complaint about just a few minutes before, the more he feels his stomach knot up with an awkward, self-aware apology that he doesn't want to have to voice.
Will's reply, even though he indirectly requested this, is several moments in the making. ]
i'd offer up a suggestion for later, but i don't think i'm a good person to ask about my own personal boundaries. if we negotiated it ahead of time, i'd probably warn you away from me in general.
it's only in the moment that i surprise myself with wanting to tell you things. or wanting to find out if you WANT me to tell you things.
it was an insult that was used to...frame me as fragile, and to turn me against someone else. and then later it ended up as part of a metaphor about impossible, broken things fixing themselves. me, fixing myself. so it was less an insult and more a [ he hesitates to use this word here, but ] grooming tool.
'teacup'. sounds harmless. and it's obvious based on what my puzzle looks like. but there's no chance that word wasn't picked on purpose.
yours doesn't seem as obvious, not unless it was 'copper'.
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What kind of insult would someone have set yours to? Something generic, or...personal?
I'm not asking you to tell me what it is exactly, obviously that isn't any of my business. ( it's a product of concern, because Ben's was nothing of the sort. he mulls his own password over again, scrutinizing it further in his mind. it feels associated to Ben, but it doesn't feel that personal.
it almost feels like...a message of some sort. )
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He's not demanding the exact word, and maybe that's what causes Will to want to share it. He teeters on the edge of doing so anyway, to be contrary, to be brave about this, but what he ends up settling on is a curious if cowardly: ] at what point does being polite become turning people away?
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Ben moves along to add on to the conversation, some theories he has about the incense, the location of the country club, letting logic guide his focus. )
( but when Ben receives that second message...the indicator disappears, followed by a few beats of idle nothing.
it takes some time for Ben to reel about the question, double-triple questioning how much of that remark is really meant for him, directly. )
Hopefully not before the point where one finds themselves concerned about another's vulnerability, but doesn't know if they have the right to ask someone to put something personal on display.
So, perhaps the point where the phrase "that isn't any of my business" was used. ( he can see that now, now that he's dissecting the scene that played out a moment ago. )
I'm sorry. I've had to handle quite a lot of explaining-myself-from-scratch in life and it's never been pleasant. I don't want someone else thinking they owe me an explanation for something personal. It's tricky, wanting to know more about someone else, and knowing most of what to navigate is uncomfortable. I don't mean to turn you away.
I can rescind my remark about it not being my business, considering I would be happy to make it my business. If it isn't too late to make an edit to the conversation.
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Will's reply, even though he indirectly requested this, is several moments in the making. ]
i'd offer up a suggestion for later, but i don't think i'm a good person to ask about my own personal boundaries. if we negotiated it ahead of time, i'd probably warn you away from me in general.
it's only in the moment that i surprise myself with wanting to tell you things. or wanting to find out if you WANT me to tell you things.
it was an insult that was used to...frame me as fragile, and to turn me against someone else. and then later it ended up as part of a metaphor about impossible, broken things fixing themselves. me, fixing myself. so it was less an insult and more a [ he hesitates to use this word here, but ] grooming tool.
'teacup'. sounds harmless. and it's obvious based on what my puzzle looks like. but there's no chance that word wasn't picked on purpose.
yours doesn't seem as obvious, not unless it was 'copper'.