Blaming others, attacking others for carrying or showing our own stigmas must STOP.

I did it only once: he was geeky, dorky, and annoyed the heck out of me, that classmate. I was horribly nasty to him, he repulsed me so. Then he asked me why I was so unkind to him.

I was also irritated by my irritation of him. This was not my usual self.

Then, I realised: HE REMINDED ME OF MY OWN WEAKNESS.

I felt in danger of being ‘exposed’ to whatever mistreatment I had received in the past for the very same lack of confidence he was showing, perhaps for the very same cascading of the same causes in those who bullied me before.
He was a mirror to me. One that I could not face. So, the mind activated its fight-or-flight response and, in a manner of escaping, attacked him.
Poor boy.

I picked myself up one day, about two weeks down that line, and talked to him one-to-one. I told him exactly what he made me feel, and what a villain, how bad I was for taking it out on him. I apologised.
He forgave me, good soul.
We became friends. His confidence grew, after that. He was shining among us, now.

I learnt this lesson at 17.
I had no teachers, no parents, nobody’s help but my very own conscience and logic hitting me very hard.

So, when people throw me out for reminding them of the scars they want to forget, I now realise that they are being EVIL. For, since that incident, NEVER ONCE IN MY LIFE HAVE I EVER SPAT ON A SOUL FOR CARRYING MY SCARS.

Going behind my back and complaining about it, using officer privileges to push me around in front of the group and in private, well, honey, if this ain’t bullying and being evil, I don’t know WHAT is.

That is why, I find the term ‘Safe Space’ to be allergenic.

‘Safe Space’ equals ‘Cage of Beasts’ [Waiting to Be Unleashed].

It is nothing short of locking oneself up with mad villains pretending to be fluffy and nice.

The gritty bastards I have been running with all this time never looked so good.
The difference between courtesy and goodness never was so clear.

Cute game full of cute people? Run. You’d be safer undocking in low-sec in EVE Online, only to be blasted out of existence. Safer in Star Citizen, careering as a pirate. Safer in Red Dead Redemption, with a gun pointed at your head.

Loud men with loud guns are much safer than cute girls with soft voices. At least I can shoot back, even if I miss.