I have always felt that violence was the last refuge of the incompetent, and empty threats the final sanctuary of the terminally inept.
Each person whoever was or is or will be has a song. It isn’t a song that anybody else wrote. It has its own melody, it has its own words. Very few people get to sing their own song. Most of us fear that we cannot do it justice with our voices, or that our words are too foolish or too honest, or too odd. So people live their songs instead.
All your questions can be answered, if that is what you want. But once you learn your answers, you can never unlearn them.