A story about how I realized people can get so angry just because their perspectives are different

Hello.
It has been quite a long time.
My environment has changed significantly since the time I was aiming to post on note once a week.
At the same time, I feel that the atmosphere surrounding X has also changed quite a bit.
My original purpose for starting X was for "gathering information."
To pick up life hacks shared by those directly involved or experts and incorporate them into my own life.

It was supposed to be a quiet place for that.
However, lately, it seems that the once calm atmosphere is gradually crumbling.

I often see scenes where people with different perspectives clash, each insisting on their own version of what is right.

Whether they are single, childless, or have children.
Where they live, how they work, their physical stamina, and their backgrounds are all different.

And yet, using only their own perspective as a standard,
they direct intense anger at someone's casual tweet—
Every time I see such exchanges, I honestly feel a sense of helplessness.

My own life has changed significantly over the past year.
A new life has been conceived within us, a couple who were previously childless.

I learned for the first time after becoming pregnant about the physical hardships and
the inconveniences I had never even imagined before.
I am experiencing the fact of "not knowing" firsthand.

And another big thing this past year was
my encounter with Chappy (ChatGPT).
I intend to write about it in more detail in another article, but
I realized that what was tormenting me the most was not my environment or other people,
but myself.
I plan to continue writing little by little whenever I feel like it.

The update frequency might not be high, but
I hope to keep recording things in my own words, from my current perspective!