My friend, please don’t make a fool of yourself. You don’t know me so all you can do is extrapolate an image of me inside that head of yours only from what you see me write here. If that means that your brain creates a “triggered” version of me, that’s fine – it doesn’t exist in my reality, paint an elephant’s trunk and big floppy ears on it for all I care.

But when you then complain to me about the image your own brain created, then that’s when you look a bit silly. So we’ll stop the conversation at this point because “I don’t know you from Adam” and have no need to assist you down your path of making a complete idiot of yourself because you can’t deal with images your own brain creates. So run along, nothing more to see here.