The anger I’m feeling right now is fueled by the memory of how I was brushed off, insulted, and scorned for speaking up about what could happen. It's infuriating to recall the dismissive attitudes and the condescending remarks I endured when I tried to voice my concerns. Now, as the very events I warned about unfold before everyone's eyes, there's no satisfaction in being proven right. Instead, there's a seething resentment towards those who belittled me and towards the system that allowed such disregard for valid warnings.
I remember the countless times I tried to raise awareness, only to be met with scoffs and eye-rolls. People treated me like I was overreacting, like my words held no weight. It was as if they couldn't fathom the possibility of anything going wrong, and my cautionary words were nothing more than an annoyance to be brushed aside. But I persisted, fueled by a sense of duty to sound the alarm, even in the face of mockery and ridicule.
As the situation unfolds exactly as I feared, the memories of being dismissed and derided sting even more sharply. It's as if my credibility was questioned solely because I dared to speak out against the status quo. The insults and scorn I endured echo in my mind, reminding me of the uphill battle I faced just to be heard. And now, as the consequences of ignoring my warnings become painfully clear, I can't help but feel a bitter sense of vindication mixed with a profound sense of injustice.
Despite the resentment and anger swirling within me, there's also a deep sadness at the realization of what could have been prevented. If only my words had been taken seriously, if only action had been taken when it mattered most, perhaps the outcome would have been different. But now, all I can do is grapple with the harsh reality of being proven right in the worst possible way, knowing that it didn't have to be this way if only people had listened.
Cassandra got the same shit. You're in good company.