Random people assaulting me in coffee shops while I was minding my business over what I was wearing or a book I was reading. I basically stopped reading in coffee shops because of this, and it only started happening in like ’22.

One time this guy went off on me and started lecturing me about how gay my boots were and how he’d be a rich pretty boy too if his mom hadn’t stolen his inheritance or something. Guy was unhinged and just ran away after his speech.

holy projection from that dude.

People should learn that takinh out misplaced anger on random ppl is not okay.

Sorry that happened. Olive green is one of my favorite shades of green. It prob my favorite color, I bet those boots are dope.

A story to remind folks to be kind to one another!

tell that to like 33% of the lemmy userbase…

we can only conrol ourselves

according to the nutjobs on here nobody is ever in control of their own actions and is entirely always perpetually a victim of circumstance

One of the most troubling things in life is the fact we are all ‘victims of circumstance,’ though perhaps ‘subject to conditions’ is a better phrase because ‘victims’ entails moral quality to which some would object. You didn’t choose to believe in personal agency. It was taught to you. You didn’t choose to be receptive when you were taught. You were in a place, mentally and physically, to absorb or not absorb the concepts based on what happened in your life before. The only escape from this is magical thinking, where some ineffable ‘you’ makes decisions from outside of physical reality yet always seem to comport with it.

You are just talking about determinism. Which is another cop out. Folks would rather comfort themselves they had no choice, than face the horror that they did have choices and made poor ones, and continue to make poor ones.

I was presented with a plurality of options in life, and I made choices to embrace certain beliefs and not others, just like I attended one university, and not others. Like tomorrow I will choose what I want for breakfast.