Look at me now, I have a wonderful wife, a beautiful son, and a great family. I have several close friends and good relations with a group of contemporaries.

Was I dangerous in high school? No. I was lonely and a bit misunderstood. I was shy. I got picked on even though I was a tall, lanky 'athlete'. I liked to paint, to write, to read, and I enjoyed engineering and math.

Did I want to kill my schoolmates, teachers, family, or little kids? Nope.

This is just psycho-babble bullshit.