You're not speaking anything, toots, you're projecting.
You're having an extended hissy fit over a simple observation made last week.
You're stalking me from meme to meme demanding who the heck knows what - just kidding, we all know it's not only a sad cry for attention, but a bid for one from me.
This isn't a dating site, hun, and I ain't interested in a gal who can't hook up otherwise and thinks mentally disoriented screeching will somehow make her appealing.
I'd suggest you'd get a life, but fact is you can't.
toodles!