I actually totally understand where the sentiment of removing people like Brian Thompson from power comes from. I never intended to be taken seriously when I said I felt emotions of hate — I was expressing pain, not calling for harm.
That feeling might come from the corruption in mental health systems, where forced drug administration happens, and from the lack of proper healthcare for the general population — unless you have money.
When someone is trying to save the lives of those they love, they can be driven to desperate lengths. Being violently force-drugged to stop you from becoming someone who helps others — whether in underprivileged communities or as a protester against powerful corporations — is an experience that breeds deep frustration and desperation.
I’ve heard people say terrible things about public figures like Trump — even my own dad has — and many people throw around phrases like “you’re dead” without thinking about the weight of those words.
My life feels like it’s been ruined just for being honest — caught in the middle of systems and conflicts I never asked to be part of, with no one willing to even try to see things my way.
Maybe it’s this sense of distance — the feeling that others aren’t on the same page, or that people assume they aren’t as good as I am because of things I’ve achieved, even though most people don’t understand and I can’t easily say — that stops me from feeling like I’m on the same team as anyone. Or maybe it’s just the lack of real personal connection.
This isn’t about passing the buck, though. It wasn’t really my dad’s fault — in the same way it wasn’t mine, or anyone else’s, generally. He’s just idiotically trying to take the blame when it isn’t his to carry. I’m just angry that he didn’t listen.