Good writing is true.
It gets past the lies people tell to make themselves and others feel better.
It’s not you it’s me (It’s definitely you).
After much time here, I’ve decided to pursue other opportunities (like looking for a job).
I wish I could (no you don’t) but I can’t make it (yes you can).
The socially acceptable response is to just go along with it.
You know you’re lying.
We know you’re lying.
But to point out the ruse would be the ultimate asshole move. After all, why ruin the peaceful, albeit fake AF, vibes we’ve got going around here? Perish the thought we engage in some confrontation that makes us a tiny bit uncomfortable.
Which is what makes the asshole the asshole. The asshole will call you out no matter who’s present (rude).
Writers do the exact same thing.
Except much later.
While the asshole will call you out in the moment, the writer will object (to themselves) but not say anything so as not to interfere with the natural sequence of events. They’ll then file it all away so they can bring it up later as a thinly veiled “fictional” character and immortalize it in written form so it can be passed down forever and ever, never to be forgotten by anyone, least of all you.
What I’m saying is, I’m sorry.
(No I’m not.)