A Rant, if you will

And a rant if you don't will.
Making an allusion to my brother Carrios' newest rant that I just read. I'm going t miss you brother.
But to my point. I only have a handful of readers, most of which I talk to on a daily basis. For those of you in that group you might already know all of this, for those of you who don't I'm just ranting here.
Elizabeth Louise Hernandez has become my biggest and most demanding reader/fan. Its because of her persistence that I've written more this month than I have all year, and I thank her for that, because there's nothing I love more than writing. All writers depend on feedback, we thrive on it. We need to know how every reader felt and why they felt it. We want to know what makes our stories good and what makes them shit. So when Liz asked me to stop writing Customer Service:The Slow Downfall of Happiness, I wanted to know why. This is the girl who claimed to be addicted to my stories, for what reasons? I don't know. But it makes me sound arrogant, and it sounds like I'm fishing for compliments to ask her. So I try to ask as little as possible. She's the girl who walked [on her lunch break] to Starfucks just to read my new chapter on her itouch.
Now I know Liz is reading this, and she's probably very upset with me for telling this to the world, just like how everyone freaked out at my work because of Chapter Seven of Customer Service. But I'm not trying to put her on blast, I'm not trying to make her feeling uncomfortable, I'm just letting everyone reading this know the interest she shows in my greatest pleasure, writing. You can't expect someone to read all of your stories, and actually want to. I don't even think Carrios and Kim Je-Min have read my work with the same amount of dedication as she has. It means a lot to me to know she reads it as much as she does, not to say everyone else doesn't. I thank you all for reading my stories, more than words could ever describe. I thank all those people who, when they see me, don't ask how I'm doing, but ask when the new chapters are going up, that is a compliment beyond expression.
A thank you would not suffice in this situation, to all of you reading this right now. A thank you wouldn't encompass the magnitude of gratification I feel. But since I'm in lack of a better word, thank you will just have to work.
I digress.
Liz asked me, while we were at my house, just as Tina left my room to use the restroom, to stop writing Customer Service:The Slow Downfall of Happiness [this was before the infamous Chapter Seven]. But it wasn't just the words, coated with a feeling a self-mutilation, that made this scene stand out. It was the way she looked at me when she asked. There was a sadness in her eyes I had never seen before. So I asked her what she meant when she asked me to stop. But all i could get from her was either a "Nothing" or an "It's bad" but nothing more.
Now if this doesn't set off my imagination what would? Like Carrios said,
"damn you can spin a story." So everything in my head is a constant story, drifting off into a million different realities, so when she wouldn't tell me her reason(s) for wanting me to stop I assumed all sorts of things.
Her boyfriend would read it and be furious.
Maybe she had some kind of crush on me and me writing a love story about her was making it harder to resist those feelings.
Maybe someone we knew had the crush on me and it made Liz feel bad knowing that other person was reading my love enriched feelings about her, rather than them.
Maybe she didn't want to hear about my past, like my sex stories, maybe it all made her sick.
The ideas never ended, they just kept spinning and spinning. I even threatened to stop writing to try and get her to tell me, but that didn't work, I knew I wouldn't be able to follow through with that.
So we decided to just drop it, so I did, and I won't bring it up in conversation ever again, unless she wants to talk about it, then I'd gladly discuss it. Even though I dropped it, with so many answers left unsolved, I still felt the suspense of not knowing killing me, so I brought it here to vent it all out.
Sigh.
There we go, I feel much better now.
Don't really have a closing statement for this so I'll just end it with something I heard a wise man once say when someone enquired,
"How do you spell Ham Sandwich?"
The wise man said.
"H-A-M..." Then he paused. "...Sandwich."

-Sir Jestro