I live in piraeus, it's a city that's pretty much politically divided into either far-right or anarchists.
In the neighborhood I live at it's full of anarchists, drug dealers, potheads, club addicts. Or wealthy snobbish people.
After some events with gypsies/pakis and some leftists here, where I beat them or at made them submit. I started getting "notes" outside my home or my car that called me "fasista" which means fascist.
Additionally after 00:00 some of them would drive by fast and shout to me "psofa fasista" which means "die fascist" or other hateful comments.
I assume that the one who pulls that is one of my former buddies, we were pretty close till I came out as a far-right fascist and he told me that he is disappointed, so I told him "Don't worry you disappoint me too", the drama exploded cause I called his mixed girlfriend a prostitute "poutana" in greek.
Normally, I would immediately find them and possibly beat them up severely. Or embarrass them in front of their friends, due to how I always considered provocations to deserve immediate punishment.
Needless to say it's sheer ego that drives me, and they already prove they're afraid of a direct confrontation hence why they pull such hit and run tactics. Therefore there's nothing to prove.
Yet the thought kept burning me inside "I got to beat them up, I am the man, I am the shit" and so on and so on.
Such mindset is what lead me into having charges, and two courtooms, I would always lash out and get extreme and violent even at a mindless stare. From 14 years old till this very day.
I believe that maybe, deep inside I wasn't trusting myself as much as I thought. Hence that lead into the need to constantly prove myself to myself by clashing with others.
Today I looked at the note, laughed, pulled a pencil and draw a swastika on top of it and "euxaristw mwro mou" which means "thank you babe", completely unintentionally.
It's like I took off a severe burden off my shoulders, I don't feel like a pussy, in fact it makes me feel more manly. I don't really understand.
I think real men, know when to fight and when to ignore and laugh it off. And till this point I was just a manchild.
We will see, either way here's an update.