A miserable way to be

In past weeks or months I think I must have done something(s) or said something(s) that has pissed off a string of local blogroll people, to the point they are Not Talking to Me.  As in Avoiding-Me Not-Talking-to-Me.  I don’t know what the root cause is; I’ve never been any good at intuiting or figuring out that sort of thing.  And now I’m upset because I feel as though I’ve been charged, tried, convicted, and sent to Coventry and I don’t even know for what.  Given me, it could be any of a dozen things, or possibly just because I exist.

Maybe I ought to say it plainly.  If I offended you, please don’t just cut me dead.  Tell me what I’ve done and why it offended you, provided the why isn’t blindingly obvious.  If I can’t work out what I did, I can’t even attempt to make amends, and I would very much like to.

This constricting social circle that’s become my life makes me despair.