Sad truth

I honestly hate pedophiles more than anything. And because of that, I find myself distrusting a lot of men, especially those between 30 and 50. I don’t hate all men—but most of the ones I’ve seen or heard about in that age range make it hard not to. I know women can be predators too, but I rarely see or hear about serious cases where a woman sexually abuses or rapes a minor.

Sometimes it feels like men, in general, are just more driven by sexual desires—and yeah, maybe that’s why we see so many cases involving them. I feel like this type of behavior has always existed, but the internet exposes it now. It’s not as easy to hide behind closed doors anymore. Still, that awareness doesn’t make me feel safer. If anything, it makes me feel more scared and uncomfortable.

What terrifies me most is the idea that you could fall in love with someone, build a life with them—have kids even—only to find out they’re a pedophile. That they’ve been hiding that side the whole time. It’s horrifying.

Why can’t people just be happy with the love they’re given? Why search for more in such twisted, damaging ways? Writing this, I know it might sound pessimistic or silly, but sometimes it feels like life is just designed to be messed up. Like anyone has the potential to become something dark—whether it’s a pedophile, a murderer, or an abuser. Even the ones trying so hard to be good often end up hurt so badly they turn into what they were trying to fight against.

I know I’m kind of just venting here, but yeah—thank you for helping expose some of this stuff. Still, I know deep down it won’t change the world. For me, it’s not just “interesting content.” It’s a real fear. And honestly, there’s a part of me that even wonders if people I trust—including you—could turn out to be part of something awful. That fear lives in the back of my mind all the time.

I don’t mean to sound rude or like I’m accusing anyone—I just needed to say it. Because fear changes the way you see the world.