I've been thinking a lot about what you wrote, and... thank you.

I went through quite some stages trying to figure out the proper response to your words - but, thankfully, this time, I went past the nastier ones. I realized that I've been... what's the phrase... so "over myself"? "into"? That is, I've been taking myself, my "safety" from harm, real or imaginary, way too seriously, which is what lead me to be offended by your words earlier.

I realized, as well, that whatever "license to harass" that you might get from me just letting your words pass through, doesn't matter. You might tell me a lot of things, and it doesn't matter what bad things you say about me as long as you don't hurt me in any way (which excludes not paying attention to actual bullying from the rule, thus giving me the line with which to measure actual potential damage of the situation). You're not the one to define me, nor is anyone but myself, so whatever you say is your opinion as long as it doesn't harm my activities.

I'm grateful for you taking your time to write this. I'm lacking an awful lot of understanding about human relationships and interactions with the world, and it's words such as yours that give me the much needed insight. I appreciate you putting effort into explaining this to me instead of simply walking away. Thank you.

And about drugs - you've given me quite a bit to think about, as well. It feels odd to discuss drug usage with someone, but I think it's going to result in at least a good insight.