My edgy days are behind me.

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My edgy days are behind me.



I used to be that keyboard warrior girl. Thank God Facebook was kind enough not to ban or shadow-ban most of my comments. I’m not sure if that was my rebellious phase or something else entirely—but I’m definitely not proud of it.

I could trash-talk online for fun, diving into topics others might find offensive. I didn’t just enjoy the pushback—I lived for it. I wanted it. When someone got triggered, my heart would leap: Ah, an innocent lamb has wandered into the wolves’ den. I’d sharpen my knives—figuratively—and prepare for the ritual. The worst part? I’d invite more lambs into the den, just to join the fun.

Truth be told, we were all enjoying ourselves. Triggering one another, yes—but always within a strange kind of peace. We agreed to disagree. And I won’t lie: seeing their point of view was often hilarious. None of us were bullies—we were thought provokers. It was a peaceful community, just not everyone’s cup of tea.

If you’re highly sensitive, don’t go in there. People won’t apologize. They say whatever they want—rant, whine, complain. But they’re also there to share their perspective. Because people come from different walks of life. And that, in its own way, is refreshing.

To conservatives, my advice is simple:

Don’t enter spaces that provoke you. Protect your peace. You have the power. The autonomy. Use it.


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