He had been carrying the thought for a while before he turned the camera on — something contemplated, then set down, then picked up again until it was ready to be said aloud. Outside the frame a dog was barking. rswfire named it almost as an aside, the way a person names weather: there's a dog out there, and if you've followed me from the beginning you know how I feel about that. Then he answered his own objection before anyone else could. It's just for the weekend. They come for the weekend. The Siltcoos site has its seasons and its rhythms, and the weekend visitor is one of them — an arriving-and-departing feature of the environment, absorbed into the sentence and released.
What followed was the actual transmission, and he framed why it needed making at all: people had started following him at different times, so the ground he stands on had never been laid out for all of them at once. It needed to be said every once in a while. So he said it plainly. He is a highly sensitive person — he marked the term as clinical, HSP, not a metaphor he had reached for. He is an INFJ, from the Myers-Briggs instrument, a type he describes as rare, deeply introspective, oriented toward connection and honesty, sensitive, processing everything very deeply. Everything. It is how he was born, he said. It is who he is. And therefore what arrives on video is not a version assembled for the channel. What you see is the real me.
From that stated foundation he turned to the friction. Comments arrive that are dismissive of his feelings, or that reframe what he is saying as complaining, or that project onto him something that was never in the signal. He located the cause without heat: they just don't understand. He ran the arithmetic aloud — only one percent of the world is like him, probably less once all the combinations are stacked — and let the rarity stand as explanation rather than grievance.
Then the part that cost something to say. He tries very hard to be open on this channel, and openness is counter to his nature. He does it anyway, deliberately, because he thinks there may be value in it — that he might connect with people through it, people like him or people not like him at all. That is the wager. What he named as unworkable was not disagreement but the response that arrives as an instruction: people answering his openness by trying to make him be different. He said he had never understood it, that he had never understood it in his whole life. And he pointed at the exit, which was always there. You don't have to watch me. That's a choice you're making. There must be a reason that you are.
So he stated the terms. Accept me for who I am. If you can't do that, don't follow me — there's no reason to, because I'm going to continue to be who I am. Not an appeal, not a negotiation, not a threat. A condition of engagement, issued once, in a steady voice, with the dog still going somewhere past the treeline.
He closed by returning to where the whole thing had started. He'd had a very difficult day. It was stressful. All he had done was record a video expressing how the day had made him feel, and he said there is nothing wrong with that. Then he named what the comments do: they make him doubt himself, they make him want to stop doing this. And he ended on the assessment rather than the feeling — I just don't think that's right. I really don't. The camera stopped. The visibility continued on his terms, offered again the next day, from the same site, against the same weekend traffic.