Ah, I see. You don’t need to make amends with me. If you want to keep your account, go beg to Carleas about it. For my part, 
I am going to give everyone a little play by play on this whole thing, and it will be my last response to you Phone. Two more big-ass wall of text paragraphs. A two for one deal, thank me later.
You’re a presumptuous creature, you know that? Your first trespass, if not in strict disfellowship with the other users here or the general decorum of the forum,- though at least, to my mind, as a matter of ‘artistic conscience’- was insinuating that I didn’t know what a paragraph was and then recommending an editor. Uh huh. I’ve spent nearly as many years in that cave, which you seemed so delighted to levy scorn upon- writing, and reciting the rhetorical techniques of Ciceronic discourse,- if I were to test the limits even of my own pretension, as you’ve likely been alive. I like to write well. At the level of my Elizabethan models, no less. Even in a forum post. You’re not teaching me anything; I’ve been in touch with the world of publishing, I am familiar with it; I had been granted audience with several houses and received interest both in my existing composition and in contracted writing,-- and after all of this, I was and am well aware of how paragraphs work: both at the High School level against whose measure you seem bent on “editing” me, and that beyond the high school level. But no- I was respectful at first. I didn’t go into any of that. I only referred you to several examples in the literature and noted the manual of style that had been more or less developed in at least the subjects I am interested in, and that there was in fact no great removal from that, or a starker contrast that might be drawn up between what could be readily ascertained by you there and in my own preferred elocution, when it came to the matter of “paragraph length”, and that- for this reason and others, I would have to neglect your suggestion.
But instead of taking that response and saying okay, you decided to double down like you have something to prove. It became: alright, well maybe they do that in those books, (Though we must not forget your first meme-worthy idea: that older writers wrote in longer paragraphs because it was… easier to do that when computers didn’t exist?) but this is a forum. First of all I was quoting my books,- my own, though I will grant you that even my impromptu replies here venture no slight challenge in drudging over. Still: you changed the subject and so I, in my way, found another digression in proposing my real object in coming to this website: which was to raise the caliber of discourse here, to that of the academic level or beyond it. And instead of, once again, just taking that; you tripled down. And every time a presumption of yours was refused, you just hedged your whole shit on another one and doubled down. Somehow you presumed that my ascesis had left me socially dysfunctional and I must just be rocking back and forth in a room, and that you pitied me for that as you would any disabled person, while continuing to become more and more insulting for no real reason- but no, I am actually quite capable, even with your kind, or perhaps especially so, which is where you were going. I must be so lonely right? Well, you were wrong again. So then you presumed that the woman I referred to was surely as miserable and fucked as I am, and had fallen for me only due to a lack of attention and isolation, because how else could someone value me or my input, right? The absurdity is that you probably actually think I was insulting you at some point through this thread, because you seem incapable of listening to anything but your own posts: read back through the thread, and dwell on the fact that the most I ever said to you was I thought your editing suggestion was a little High-Schoolish and that you were being silly. Then it became: I must be a disgusting, overweight slob, right; and I just live for ripping on people in internet forums. I haven’t been on a forum or social media in ten years, I came here by suggestion; and again, your presumption was a little bit inaccurate because I’m not overweight: quod erat demonstABSum.
