(Edit: This was much longer than expected or intended. Summary: it’s ok we’re chill) It’s ok. I understand where you are coming from too. everyone is different in how they process things. For example recently I saw various reactions to dead insects being turned into jewelry. There were people who loved bugs, didn’t think much of bugs, and hated bugs. Regardless of their opinion on bugs, some people thought it was morally and ethically wrong, some people thought it was not their style, some people, thought there was better ways to preserve bugs, some people compared it to turning humans into jewelry in a cruel way, and some people compared it to putting the hair and ashes of loved ones into jewelry. Every response was so different in how the person felt. Things that inhabit grief can come in various forms and how people react to it changes drastically from person to person. In condensed places with high levels of contradicting feelings on a set subject of passion and with no threat from the changing opinion of important individuals in their life, either through support or through isolation, people are more likely to state their personal opinions fully and openly. I find that many if not all of these comments are feeling the same emotional base, but the subtle buildup of other emotions and memories and personality shapes each comment to be unique, in a way the writer understands. I don’t often think of how I will be perceived deeper than how I perceive myself. As a result, this is not the only time I have said something that ended up being different from what I meant. How you perceive me is a result of what you have gone through, the good and bad, intentional or not, and the parts of myself that I show, good or bad, intentional or not. I think that’s why being human is so hard. We interpret being human to be an exact science. We have expectations of ourselves to be reasonable and relateable and without fault. But being human is not science. I think it’s an art. Mistakes can be covered up or emphasized or ignored or maybe not even be out of place, but they are there. No human is perfectly reasonable, or constantly relatable, or without fault. But we are the artists of our own humanity, for better or worse every opinion adds clay to the sculpture. And art is in itself a form of thought to be interpreted uniquely by each view dependant on circumstances, experiences, personality, memory, emotion. I think that you stood up in what you believe to be right, which I agree with. we both got to interpret each other from nothing but words, and I think we learned things from each other that we hadn’t yet. That is art, how it is meant to be interpreted, how it changes as it is continuously being created. This is being human.