Honest to god when I went to visit my late grandfather’s (my dad’s dad) grave many year ago, he had the symbol of the freemasonry’s guild carved into his headstone below his name. I always found it odd, and I’ve never been able to shake that knowledge, knowing he was also a career military man too.

What does that have to do with it though?

EDIT: funny thing is, I’ve theorized that my systemic abuse in school was orchestrated. When I was in preschool my mom was suggested to have me tested at UCLA when we lived in California at the time, I turned out to score higher than even 12th graders in visual intelligence and problem solving, like I was officially off the chart. And ever since than, even after moving to new school systems in a different state, I was hounded after by the system, and had a para (a teacher’s aide or a personal tard wrangler) attached to my hip everywhere I went, every classroom, every grade up until the 11th when my parents threatened to sue to get them to leave me alone. Even though I was never particularly a disruptive student, especially once I got into middle school. I just wanted to blend in but never could when I had an adult with a fucking clipboard follow me everywhere.