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I don't know


Come on, people, I don't freakin' know. I don't know. How many times do I have to say it, I don't know?

I'm not your mother. I'm not your guardian. I'm not even your team captain. I'm not the team organizer. I'm not the housing coordinator. I'm not the ride arranger.

I'm not responsible for your well-being. I'm not responsible for your ticket. I'm not responsible for your food. You know what? I'm not responsible for Kris, either. He is his own person, and he makes his own choices. He can even act and thinking independently of me. Shocking, eh?

You know what else? You are not my responsibility, either.

Start thinking for yourself. Figure it out. Look around. See what's there. Find the solution by solving it yourself.

Stop asking me. Stop depending on me. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it!

Because, damn it, I don't fucking know.

And I'm tired of the hundred questions.

Update: Kris commented to me in passing when I complained to him about everyone asking me questions, that, hey, you know what, I'm listed as the team captain on the tournament records. I submitted the bid, so, I'm the captain.

Great. Abdicating responsibility. I suck.

Time to embrace. Come on, world, ask me anything. My new answer is going to be, "Doesn't matter."