This looks like something straight from analog horror, and I don’t like it in the slightest…

If you don’t Rock and Stone, you ain’t coming home.

You did it wrong pal, you’re supposed to fish during the blood moon.

I usually have the opposite happen to me. When someone happens to ask me about something, I tend to go into the specifics and give detailed information that I consider relevant and/or useful, but get complained that I’m “showing off” or being a jerk trying to make them look dumb. I kind of get what they mean, but I still can’t figure out where the line is when considering the other person knowledge of something without coming off as condescending or rude.

I tried to kill myself. Twice. I would either have to deal with my old man’s shit or break my mom’s heart, neither of which I could tolerate.