Have you ever spoken up when you saw something going on that was wrong? Were you scared? What ended up happening?

     I really have to think about this one. I'm not entirely sure when the last time something happened like that to me or around me. I know there have been several times that I didn't speak up, and I hate that about myself. I think that now if it happened to me, I would be much more likely to stand up for me or even a stranger.
     Since I came out and have accepted myself more, it's much easier sometimes for me to say what I'm thinking, especially because I don't have to sensor myself as much, because I'm not trying to put up some kind of façade. 
     Isn't everyone afraid of conflict? I mean, there are sociopaths, but most of us aren't one of those. The times I chose not to speak up, like I said, I felt like I should have. One of those times was when I was just shopping for groceries, and these guys, probably my age or younger, peaked into my grocery cart, and spoke under their breath a nasty comment about my weight. Their exact word was 'fatass.' I didn't know what to say, as I was in shock. I don't know why some people are so inherently hateful. I mean, I know they could have been joking, assuming I was around there age and used to such immature jokes...but let's get real, that's probably not what happened.

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