Originally posted by NemeBro
I didn't say the police chief was being racist, nor does his racism or lack of racism matter in the slightest when determining whether or not there is precedence for black guys ganging up on white guys and beating them up due to racism. 👆
👇 You just wanted to use some form of "precedent" back at me; you also hate the black people. 👆
A terrible start to getting out anger!
I've noticed a lot in myself from this and probably under the influence of watching a lot of Forensic Files. I came in the room and I was walking like I was hurting someone in the room--my dad. I wanted to stop, but a bad word might then come up.
Also, my dad was being violent I felt, I just realized probably confiding in a black worker. He managed to touch an electronic device they use, pushed it a little. What was on his mind was that he thought my gramma|his mom once meant, "If it happens around something it must have something to do with it, in a bad way, if it's about me-" Someone younger than them was giving me attention and I liked it a lot. I had just been a bit grouchy and grumpy, and my dad didn't want me to feel anything anymore ever from a 1 human being- in a way. So, when he hit the electronic device, he said about his mom, "I want it to be it in charge.." he seemed to say in his actions word for word.
That's 2 examples of violence, 1 from a man who's wrong and 1 from me who doesn't think anything matters. If my life doesn't matter, what does it say to a victim cowering on the floor spattered in blood because we all die 1 day? In a world with people like my dad making us feel guilty for even writing about things like this, how will we ever accomplish anything?
All I tried to do was to tell you my recent experience which had to do with feeling no hold on anger, like why should I care? I'm always nice, and no one wille ever appreciate it. They will find ways to treat me worse if I don't, though, but still won't care. I know cuz I'm so nice so often. I did get angry on my blog and start cursing for a time, but a blog is where you express things to dissect, anyone knows that. I feel like it's Ed the horse.
I just don't feel I need to care about anyone. My dad's youngest sister visited, and she was able to think clearly cuz of where she lives, and we agreed none of the meanness to me was okay, no holding grudges or anything. Everyone "deserves a 2nd chance." Instead, I end up with people who have been drained of all hope for life because of my dad.
So, this post is to tell you how the news has reached my home. I mean how I feel I'm no better than the criminals.
*I hope you like the way I related my post to this story, not trying to start spam but to relate the same feeling I have. Let me know if it's not okay.*