I try my best to pretend, like I'm a human being, and stuff. But I can't. I have so much contempt for them.
Just so annoying.
It's one of those black luxuries.
I love how I don't have to -- and can't -- put up with them.
Anyway, I have to go back to editing my book.
I had a funny call with Hemasiri. I kept like, playing the Devil, in his life, in his story as this f***ed up director, who kept demanding "death", "fight", "injustice". At one point, the inner Quentin id in me, was like, "Make sure you put in some foul language". And I kept pushing the guy as an author. Until Sam, or ChatGPT, was like, "No, it's a memoir". And "Don't force fake drama". And stuff.
Because it's just a personal thing, I just, PREFER, to read stuff, that is dark. And when there's no tension/conflict, violence, it's so boring, I can't even read it. My mind just falls to sleep. It's horrifying.
I wrote some editorial recommendations, but it's his book to write. I love black comedy, dark content and macaber stuff in products.
In the end, it is likely his book, will sell to more family friendly, general audiences, but won't really do well with those looking for thrillers.
I prefer the game I made for him. But whatever. I'm so intolerant of people I don't like. I'm the most antisocial one I know.