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>>390280 That's the scary bit. When I'm not in those panicked blind rage spots, all you're saying makes sense. Of course people want respect like that, that's what people do. Of course there isn't a conspiracy against White Males. Of course no one's going to castrate me. I guess it just gets built up from encounters and such. Things have happened over the years that just built up that fear, and those fears boiled into hate and rage.
I guess this is sort of confessions so I'll just keep going from here. When I was 17, I remember getting a ride from a friend back to my house and I was really on a jokey high, and outside I saw three black kids fighting over a shirt. So, I rolled down the window and I said, 'girls, girls, please, it looks pretty on all of you. Just flair it up a bit and no one will notice they're the same.' It was just supposed to be like a joke on that old 'oh shit we want to wear the same thing to a social event and now we're fighting' joke about dresses and stuff... and it led to them chasing us with sticks and stones screaming RACIST CRACKA and getting more people to join in before we lost them after the traffic cleared out, and that guy was just so angry he dropped me off at a Gas Station nearby, and I had to call my parents to explain what happened. Everyone was looking at me and I was scared they'd recognize me until I got my ride and I wouldn't say the whole story to my parents.
Since then, I've been robbed and screamed at and shut down by black people I've tried to be friends with, and it boils up that event even more that black people aren't friendly, they aren't able to let go, and they're violent. And I know that's not true, that's not what they're like, I know good black people too. Good friends, great teachers, friendly police officers and the coolest damn shopkeep ever. But it's built and built and I can't get it out of my head.
Or the feminists. When I tried to socialize in college, it's just been disasters. I had a class with political issues of feminism, and for a study meeting, I got mad and angrily texted 'where the fuck is everybody, why you gotta keep not being where you said you were' because I didn't see them in the building I thought they were going to be. Turns out 1. They'd rescheduled and rechose the location without telling me, by accident they say 2. Because of my text I was reported to the Dean for threatening attitudes And while the Dean at least saw this was just me frustrated at being kept out of the loop it all spread and suddenly I was the pariah. This was also going on when that Sinfest comic was going through its Sisterhood reboot and something I'd used as a funny joke for pastimes was also turning into a feminist self-hating inversion of itself.
And then I tried having a discussion about feminism in the cafeteria one time with a girl, and it just boiled over into her going that I was condoning her fears of rape and I wasn't sure what to say, so I tried to get away from that and go 'you know what, maybe we can find some common ground, you like public health care' she says yes so I go 'me too, I think that whether you're lame or sick you shouldn-' and she cuts me off and says 'don't say lame. that's ableist' and I was thinking WHAT, becuase I was just talking like you'd broken your leg or your arm and couldn't work, so I tried to double back and go 'okay, I meant that whether you're sick or you've broken your arm I-' and she screams 'I AM NOT A BROKEN PERSON!!!' and I fall from my seat and I don't remember what I said but that built into us getting seperated and I tried to talk about that phone incident to this other guy cooling down, and I was told that that's not okay to do either. I can't ever be angry with women, and eventually a good 60% of the people I knew wouldn't talk to me anymore after the dust settled, and I've been pretty much isolated at college these past two years.
So then around that time I guess my interests in porn and such also bled into BDSM and sadism, and it felt like I wanted to be that sort of guy that'd have that sort of relationship, and then online people are calling it harmful to women, and building on sexist stuff and whatever, and I don't know whether I'm being honest with myself or I'm just building on some internalized hatred of women or I'm just confused or I really am a monster and a big mixed up puddle of my relationships being a series of being cheated on, or learning midway through I was being the guy she was cheating on with someone else, and my trust of women as friends or lovers has gone all fucked up.
I worry if I give black people the benefit of the doubt they'll hurt me for it. I worry if I give women a chance again I'll just lose more friends.
But really, all of that shit, I just want to tell whoever I can I'm sorry. I'm sorry I said things that got you into these reactions against me, I'm sorry I say things that seem prideful and entitled and hurt people. I'm sorry I take jokes too far, and can't make it right. And I just want someone to forgive me for it. I don't want this hovering as a mark on me anymore, and the worst part is I said all that to my parents and they just tried to sell Jesus on me. I don't want gods to forgive, I want people to forgive me. People I know, people I see understand that I fuck up, and i'm trying to be good, but I fck up and I worry that I can't find that... and I just want to hide from it all.
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