Used To Be

I used to be a guidance counselor, did you know that?

Funny that I would end up 6 years later in 3, not 1, cuckoo’s nest after all those years of counseling kids and teenagers on how to find themselves or to “self-actualize.”

I really got nothing much to say about that except, instead of having an active lifestyle like before, I now have unending chores that I could not seem to fulfill for days on end. Oh, it’s definitely not depression. I am much too “self-aware” for that, bragging aside.

I always wake up early in the morning thinking and feeling like I could do anything I want, finally get to fulfill all my long-delayed chores, and even have time to spare for my hobbies. But, all of a sudden, heaviness sets in and I end up sleeping throughout the day.

Just now, a perp (perpetrator) living next door to me at an adjacent room, came out (or just opened her door) and said something like “take a bath” (in the vernacular) just loud enough for me to hear, like talking to someone, even if she was probably alone in the room.

They have been living around me and behaving like this for over 20 years, since that fiasco in Taiwan. They apparently, or from what I have been “indirectly” hearing and culminating from the millions of “imagery” and shitty public social engineering “role-plays”, have been trying to clean up their public mess and humiliation in sheer futility - up to now.

No wonder they have been literally blaming me for ALMOST everything, on top of micro-managing and harassing me – UP TO NOW.

I couldn’t really be absolutely sure, but for what it’s worth, I would like to write in defense that I never knew about their EXISTENCE, much less their whereabouts, until they started following me around here like crazed rabid dogs. I NEVER asked them to REVEAL themselves to me.

They acted like they’re providing “friendly” INDIRECT ADVISE through these perps who are always camping around and pretending to be neighbors.

Just now, the female perp, whom I always refer to as “whore” to piss them off and also to refer to their whoring in public activities wherein they LOVE showing off their harassment or torturing skills for some surveillance camera somewhere, for purposes of extending their employment apparently, returned promptly and said “glad you’ve finally taken a bath.”

Well, obviously, I have not. That’s why they want to reiterate that fact over and over again. But also to distract me, and piss me off most likely, from writing this blog.

They just LOVE DOING WHAT THEY DO. So probably that fiasco was not really a fiasco after all. But just to extend their criminal network of surveillance and espionage over here.