Mark, I am not your enemy. For many years, I was the only one who would help you. You used to send me emails asking me how to deal with situations at your work in the parking garage, and at your church.
Things have deteriorated between us since then, of course. I’ve gotten married. You no longer work at the parking place. I sold my data center. Our lives are very different, and for whatever reason, that has resulted in your seeing me as an adversary.
I’m not anyone’s adversary, Mark. I’m just living a quiet life in Vancouver, riding my bike, doing my science projects for a living, still writing software hoping it resonates with people, travelling to South America whenever I can. I’m neither particularly rich, particularly successful nor particularly gifted, but I’ve put together a nice life. I’m not sure if you envy that or resent it or just hate it, but for whatever reason, my unassuming and ordinary life seems to really bother you, to the point where you are obviously obsessed.
It shouldn’t bother you. We are all just sitting around waiting to die in our own way, and as I age, I realize that all our lives are far more similar than they are different.
This place is bad for your mental health, Mark. You would be ahead if you stopped coming here. I tell you this not to attack you, but because I honestly want what’s best for you. And no, I am not banning you. I will not make this decision for you.
Good luck.