Story People scare me.

[caotic_realm]

For some reason—regardless of whether or not it constitutes a reason for wanting to die—the fact is that for a long time now, I haven't liked people, or at least not a certain type of person.

There was a post by a guy hinting at a certain hatred toward women, and at one point I read one by a woman who said she hated men because she had been raped. In both cases, there may be a justification for that hatred, because, in a way, there is fear—a defensive attitude toward the very thing that caused us trauma or inflicted pain on us at some point in our lives.
In general, I don't think my fear of people is merely misanthropy—a contempt for human beings simply because they are human. Rather, it stems from bad experiences; I've witnessed all sorts of situations involving people with malicious intent who harm others—people who deceive, inflict pain, and act as if they are superior to everyone else.
There was a recent incident in my country where a man beat a woman—I don't know the reason—but his attitude was arrogant and domineering, much like that of many others who behave the same way all over the world. That kind of thing makes me furious; I find myself thinking that if I had the chance to take revenge on a guy like that—to hurt him—I would. It wouldn't be so much about seeking justice, but rather the realization that such people are capable of harming anyone—a child, a woman, another man, an elderly person, or even an animal. That is essentially what lies at the heart of my feeling that "people scare me."

In short, while I do suffer from social anxiety, my reasons go beyond a simple fear of socializing or being mocked—something I experienced during my school years. What truly frightens me is encountering malicious people and having to deal with situations where others seek to harm or humiliate me; I fear both their reactions and my own. I must admit I am like those animals—such as bears or big cats—that look intimidating but get scared when they encounter a human outside their natural habitat; their instinct might be to either flee or attack out of fear. In my case, I would also be afraid of hurting someone and making matters worse by getting into legal trouble—even if the other person had been the aggressor—because human laws (at least in my country) are deeply unfair; they disregard the context and focus solely on the action itself, regardless of whether it was an act of self-defense.

 

[ctb_warrior]

For some reason—regardless of whether or not it constitutes a reason for wanting to die—the fact is that for a long time now, I haven't liked people, or at least not a certain type of person.

There was a post by a guy hinting at a certain hatred toward women, and at one point I read one by a woman who said she hated men because she had been raped. In both cases, there may be a justification for that hatred, because, in a way, there is fear—a defensive attitude toward the very thing that caused us trauma or inflicted pain on us at some point in our lives.
In general, I don't think my fear of people is merely misanthropy—a contempt for human beings simply because they are human. Rather, it stems from bad experiences; I've witnessed all sorts of situations involving people with malicious intent who harm others—people who deceive, inflict pain, and act as if they are superior to everyone else.
There was a recent incident in my country where a man beat a woman—I don't know the reason—but his attitude was arrogant and domineering, much like that of many others who behave the same way all over the world. That kind of thing makes me furious; I find myself thinking that if I had the chance to take revenge on a guy like that—to hurt him—I would. It wouldn't be so much about seeking justice, but rather the realization that such people are capable of harming anyone—a child, a woman, another man, an elderly person, or even an animal. That is essentially what lies at the heart of my feeling that "people scare me."

In short, while I do suffer from social anxiety, my reasons go beyond a simple fear of socializing or being mocked—something I experienced during my school years. What truly frightens me is encountering malicious people and having to deal with situations where others seek to harm or humiliate me; I fear both their reactions and my own. I must admit I am like those animals—such as bears or big cats—that look intimidating but get scared when they encounter a human outside their natural habitat; their instinct might be to either flee or attack out of fear. In my case, I would also be afraid of hurting someone and making matters worse by getting into legal trouble—even if the other person had been the aggressor—because human laws (at least in my country) are deeply unfair; they disregard the context and focus solely on the action itself, regardless of whether it was an act of self-defense.

Humans are the worst creatures on the planet. There are some really beautiful humans. But then, there are several toxic people.

The best way to deal with this is, be bold, stand ground.

When you run away from dogs, they chase you and can even bite you if they catch you.
But, if you stand ground, look them in the eyes, they'll bark once or twice, but will back off soon. Just stomp your legs a few times and they'll back off. Human beings are animals too. It works on them most of the time.
They try to overpower you but when they see that they can not and you are stronger than them, they don't mess with you.

I'll share three of my own examples.
As a kid, one of my cousin used to bully me. My parents are simple so they didn't want me to retaliate. So, i didn't used to. But, this cousin had crossed my tolerance limits.
After a few years he visited my house and my parents were not around i used that opportunity to make him cry it was so much fun. He never dared to mess with me again.

Second instance, i was a celeb in my college life, so there were a couple of people who were jealous of me even when i thought of them as friends. One day, they all started trolling me on Facebook on one of my posts, I am a good troll because I'm witty and logical. I trolled 7 of them single handedly. After that day, they never crossed my path.

Third instance, in my office, there was this lady manager, who was not focused on the work, but she wanted people to bootlick her. I'm not one of those kind. So, there was a lot of back and forth arguments, every time I used to win it. But there was a final battle because I had escalated a case against her for mental harassment. In this battle where she, her manager, her manager's manager, HR, HR's manager and HR's manager's manager and a few more people, Total of 9 people were there versus me.
All of them were in her favour.
I had all the evidences and I used my logic and wit to ensure that I win the case. They all had to finally end the case in my favour even when they didn't want to..

Guess what, my colleague talked to her after a few months, and she had respect for me

Humans are weird creatures, if you are nice to them, they don't value you and don't respect you.
But if you are stronger than them and don't give them value, they value you and respect you.


Be right and bold, and stand for what is right, fear no one.