fume (not to be confused with flume. what kind of name is flume.)

Imagine you post to your own Facebook wall, “I don’t like pasta.”
A friend responds with a dozen lengthy, increasingly hostile comments telling you that you’re wrong about not liking pasta.
This makes you feel uncomfortable. You have to ask them to stop three times, and ultimately block them.
They call their mother in to finish the argument with verbal abuse.

If someone backed you into a corner ranting in real life, after being told to please stop, you’d probably call the police.
But I’m a ‘princess’ for wanting to preserve control over my personal space and exercising my right to feel safe.
I hate people thinking badly of me, especially when I’ve practically kissed their arses instead of returning the vitriol I got.


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