tzikeh:purplemonkfish:If I could rise up and applaud I would. THIS! fucking THIS. You know what bull
tzikeh:purplemonkfish:If I could rise up and applaud I would. THIS! fucking THIS. You know what bullied people do? they take it out on themselves. They go home and hang themselves, they don’t pick up a gun and think “i’ll show them!”, that’s anger, entitlement, resentment. That’s not bullying doing it, that’s being a fucking asshole.the last shooting? He killed that girl because she fucking dumped him. How, just HOW is that not fucking entitlement right there? “White men from prosperous families grow up with the expectation that our voices will be heard. We expect politicians and professors to listen to us and respond to our concerns. We expect public solutions to our problems. And when we’re hurting, the discrepancy between what we’ve been led to believe is our birthright and what we feel we’re receiving in terms of attention can be bewildering and infuriating. Every killer makes his pain another’s problem. But only those who’ve marinated in privilege can conclude that their private pain is the entire world’s problem with which to deal. This is why, while men of all races and classes murder their intimate partners, it is privileged young white dudes who are by far the likeliest to shoot up schools and movie theaters.” – Why Most Mass Murderers Are Privileged White MenAs someone White who thought he was a boy at one point, I was often bullied. To this day, I quedtion what is wrong with me to have my problems with women. I mean, here are a could recen examples that could be related:1. I was abused by a female split personality of a trans boy (who I have regained contact with by sheer accident of his boyfriend), and we are on good terms now, and he even apologized for what she did too.2. I met a girl who is a local Starbucks barista. On day one, I happen to be at Meijer, get a drink from Starbucks I like, and she supposedly gives me her number, because we click on anime, an upcoming convention, and Kingdom Hearts. The next day, my best friend needs to grab something and the girl is there again, so I grab a drink and ask “Why didn’t you text back,” and try thinking of different/reliable ways to get in contact. None will seem to work, so I go meh on the topic. That night I get a message on Facebook from someone she knows, AND her boyfriend, saying not to try talking to her again, threatening the goddamn cops on me for harassment! And to my knowledge, I wasn’t doing anything rude. So I’m having a motherfucking anxiety attack, when the only remark I made on her appearance was that she was really pretty or something. This was the first girl I tried talking to like that in such a long-ass goddamn time. It set me back to square, goddamn, one after getting away from my abuser.It hurts so much. Women can make one claim on this kind of shit, and anyone with a Y-Chromosome is powerless, treated as a goddamn monster on the spot. And at this point, I feel like I’m broken or something because I can’t talk to girls worth shit. Andno girls try talking to me. I’ve only ever had sex with one girl, and she found partners, and even a committment, after me so much faster than I got the guts to even talk to a goddamn girl. It fucking hurts. And I’m scared, because I’m literally at the mercy of women at this point, but I’m too scared to even talk to one, but some girl can make a claim against me off of one conversation and the cops would swarm me like I was setting fire to a school. I don’t even know what to do anymore, because I forgot how to be me. I’m too scared to do anything beyond work and friends. -- source link