Yapping Session 03 - Confrontation

Another yap, this time about confrontation!
Let’s get straight into it.

What the hell is up with this modern aversion to confrontation? And I don’t even mean physical - just psychological. Mental resilience. I absolutely hate how people today flinch at the slightest provocation. I mean, even the word shit in this sentence probably sent someone into orbit.

What kind of broken phenomenon is it, that people can’t even accept basic, real shit anymore?
Why is everyone’s ego so inflated that they take everything personally?
It’s fascinating, honestly.
But also extremely fucking annoying.
Oh no, did I just say fucking?
Am I now some anti-system degenerate? A vulgar anarchist?
Get real.

Damn.
We can’t even say words like DIE or DEATH anymore without someone needing therapy. These things are part of life, yet suddenly it’s taboo.
But apparently, it’s fine to talk about someone passing away or crossing over. Like - what? How does changing the word make it any less about dying? Holy shit.
If the meaning is unchanged, then why censor the word?
Why retire language that still conveys truth?

Like seriously...
I will never wrap my head around how much bloated, sanitized language we’ve created in the last 80 years - all just to avoid confronting OURSELVES.
And that’s really it.
It’s not about being polite or progressive.
It’s about bullshit self-deception.

Now, I get that some language evolution makes sense. Marketing, HR, psychology - sure. You want to rebrand a “Janitor” as a “Custodian” or “Environmental Technician” to give dignity to the role? Fine. Go wild. That’s purpose-driven.
But replacing FUCK with FRICK or FORK?
What’s the point?
We didn’t remove the meaning, we just slapped a cartoon censor beep on it and pretended we solved the issue.
So what exactly are we achieving here?

Is this just me, or does this sound like total nonsense?

Why do we fear aging so much that we twist language just to tiptoe around it?
Why is calling someone an “old hag” offensive but “grumpy senior woman” is okay?
It’s the same damn thing.

Maybe it’s my autistic wiring, but this *confrontational avoidance* epidemic is turning people into fragile wrecks that can’t handle basic, honest input.

"😢 Omg, I’m so sad, someone looked at me weird. Do you think they hate me?"
- sentence from actual real life. Bet you've heard it.

My god damn arse.
Yes, everyone hates you - especially the people who don’t even know you exist.
If it were possible, they’d care even less.
Nobody gives a fuck.
You’re not a rare flower, you’re not a one-of-a-kind soul.
Originality is just a human idea to make ourselves feel important.
Newsflash: You’re replaceable.

And now here’s the worst:
My friends with kids? They’re scared to *confront THEIR OWN CHILDREN*.
“She’d throw a tantrum if I said no...”
Yeah?
Fuck you. It’s your child. It’s literally your job to set the damn boundaries.
Kids don’t understand boundaries until they’re forced to.
This isn’t oppression, it’s parenting. Society is made of rules - and those rules need to be taught.

So yes.
My friends have spoiled kids.
And yes, I say it out loud.
Because that’s what confrontation is, motherfucker.

If you’re a parent reading this, take five seconds and do a little mirror check.
What are you enabling?
What damage are you causing by avoiding discomfort?
“Oh, but I want to be a kind parent...”
Yeah, sure.
That’s not kindness - that’s weakness.
They won’t even thank you for it.
They’ll grow up, walk all over you, and disappear. Because you never taught them about consequences, responsibility, or basic emotional toughness.

The absence of confrontation is in everything.
Dating? Don’t even start.

Women want to be approached - but only by the right guys. The good-looking ones.
But they also say “I don’t want men to talk to me.”
Men, on the other hand, are terrified of approaching because now even saying “hi” could get them labeled as a creep.

But guess what - men also want to be approached. That would be actual equality.
...
But women, emotional creatures that they are, fear rejection.
Even though rejection is literally the least threatening thing in life.
Men have known this pain forever. It builds character.

This whole topic... it just loops endlessly.

And now? Even saying “ey, u fat” is a crime.
Why?
Are you not fat?
I’m 80kg at 180cm - I’m fat.
So if your body spills out past the sides of your clothes like cake batter, you’re not slim, you’re not curvy - you’re fucking fat.
I’m fat. You’re fat.
The sky is blue. Grass is green. Humans have heads.
These are observable facts. Not insults.

Describe a blackboard.
Black, flat, used with chalk.

Describe a gay person.
Attracted to same sex.

Describe a black person.
...yeah, suddenly the air gets tight.

Why is describing black people controversial, but describing white people isn’t?
If that sentence offends you, you are the problem.

Being offended is a choice.
Nobody forced you to feel anything.
That comes from within.

So here’s a little life advice for all the oversensitive souls and avoidance addicts:
Confront yourself first.
Fix your own bullshit.
Then go out and confront the world.
And maybe, just maybe, stop being so god damn fragile.