You know, I found this comment again after some time, and upon reading the comment it appeared that I had downvoted the comment for some reason. Not being completely convinced that I would have been so offended by the lack of paragraphs on the comment to put a downvote, my curious mind decided to ponder the comment and re-read it in anticipation for the reason as to why I had gone out of my way, as sixty others like me had done, to downvote this seemingly well-meaning comment. As I was reading the comment, time passed rather slowly, my mind questioned my prior actions. Nothing in this comment seemed to be out of order; could it be possible that it was simply a case of my stubborn younger-self becoming frustrated at the amateurish quality of the comment? or my mind being captured by the reddit hivemind? In an act of consideration, I undo the downvote. I continue reading it and wait. I remember the comment with fondness, the nay-seal comment, in which the user brags about being a navy seal and how they graduated top of their class and was involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda with over 300 confirmed kills under their belt. The same belt that his father gifted him after replacing his with jumper cables that he used to beat him with. I thought, What have I done! This is a war hero!. A man who has gone through a lot! Was this the time for me to reflect on myself?. Had I taken my own anger too far, much like the other users? and given this comment a harsher scorn that it had deserved? Was this my time to forgive? I keep on reading as I approach the middle section of the comment someone knocked on my door, it was my mother here to help me with some tasks since both my hands were broken from a recent accident. I told here to give me a second. I continued reading, “*I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words.* “. Immediately, my gentle expression was contorted into a look of disgust as I looked at my monitor. All joy within me was drained instantly. I stop reading the comment. My breathing is deep, slow, and enraged. I quickly and without regret replace the downvote I had removed back to its rightful position. I briefly whisper words of apology to my long past self; what a fool I was to criticise my judgment, to question this decision that had been so clearly laid out in front of me as a warning never to un downvote this comment again. How so I have suffered for my ignorance.