WHY I’M A “BAD PERSON” AND I’M FINE WITH THAT
The title alone isn’t exactly clickbait, but if you read this far chances are you’re interested in this topic; so I’ll explain. You see, there’s a story I don’t want to talk about right now, or at the very least I won’t name names, but I’ll long story short summarize events. I’ve had many more conversations at bars than I’m initially proud of, Alaska bars aren’t exactly going to be as smart as I generally try to be. But one conversation in particular irked me. It was a conspiracy theorist and supporter of my youtube channel (whose name I will not mention here out of general respect) who I had the number and facebook info for (she trusted me like a friend, which probably bothered me more than it should). Anyway, we had a particularly heated convo at the bar; the bartender stopped it (bless his heart [I’m an atheist, it’s an expression]) and we respectfully disagreed (me a little less so, I’m getting to it). Now, for one stupid reason or another, this conversation stewed in my he