SAME OLD CRAP

So, basically my nights are spent working delivery and days are spent working online to make a few extra bucks. It's been working out fine, except for the usual intrusive thoughts, actions and threats -- the typical harassment from that family my parents used to know (see the 1969 post).

It's been the same the past few months, since September of last year, when I screwed up one of their phony psychodramas -- the one where they kept pushing a kid into having these conversations and I came on to him so those people would stop using fronts to do their dirty work. I imagine, and imaging starts when they're done with me for the day, and give me a prompt to start remembering.

So, it's always that old ex-friend of my parents, the "other mom" in the 1969 post, and her son ( the dumb guy who got arrested for dealing coke in 1986 -- the one who got his hair pulled out by his dad in 1969), and her daughter ( the one who said "when we f**k somebody over, they stay f**ed up -- the girl who got beat by her dad when she snitched in 1969}, and my younger sister ( the one with the dead kid). It's always those three lately, trying to get me riled up, or agree to their bull crap versions of events, or set up conversations for later ( using anything I say and inserting it into later conversations with other people -- as phony answers to questions that they put people up to asking me, or just timing me with a trigger for later to just blurt out something embarrassing  in front of others).

I think they need my sister to do their dirty work. She's the one with the watch, who years ago showed up in my room, showing some fat lady that she can provoke phony phone calls. She's the one who puts up real people into saying things to me, I've heard people who know her just repeating some of her crap from years ago. It seems to be a pretty strange coincidence that the people who insult me are ones who know her. She's been slandering me and my mother for decades. Someone I worked with in 1988 went to grade school with her, and of course, I had to hear all about what J said about my mother, etc. then the girl stopped talking and said to me, "You're nothing like J described you." Still, to this day, that's the best compliment I"ve gotten.

So, this screwed up family, this gang of harassers, need her to, I'm guessing, keep me under while they try to provoke me and discredit me. But J doesn't know why they are really using her. J is probably thinking that they are helping, but she doesn't know about 1969. But she should remember when she tried to spend the night at those people's house in about 1973, when she was about 8 years old. My dad had to drive out there and bring her home at about 1am, because she was hysterical. She only said that they were typing or something. My best guess is that she got the same treatment from X as I and my sister and her kids got in 1969. Probably got her drunk, and freaked her out, turned her against me and my mom through insinuations, etc.

It really worked, I imagine that they got her to only to think of how she's getting even with me and her mom, that we are the worst thing that ever happened to her. Funny if she did fall for their crap. If she thinks that they are helping to cover up something about me, she's wrong. And X's son, FF from earlier posts (the main harrasser) is the one who always spit on her and taunted her with her nickname, Cookie). And she aligns herself with them. She doesn't realize that they are only using her.

Before I got the cameras in the house last Fall, J's probably the one who dragged me over to their house for the harrassing sessions, which always involved crap about me that they try to bring out. But J doesn't know these people like I do and what they, and their extended family, are capable of. Those people are only concerned that I will talk about them someday (see 1969 post) and they need everything covered with phony and contrived stories. They need J to be the threat, the one who can put me away if too much about them comes out. Too bad for her, since she doesn't really know why they're using her. It's just to cover X's ass, not mine.

So, X's son is a little too odd. He doesn't know everything about 1969. He's only there to harass, like his sister does. I wouldn't put it past them to literally kill someone if they think that will keep someone from talking about them. So, FF was J's guide in 1985, when they started harassing me. His main job back then was probably to get J to blame all of her problems on me, and it probably worked. Who knows what lies he tells her, or what he, X, and his sister got J to believe. She should have figured out by now that what they are doing is criminal and she's a part of it. She should get away from them.

So, X's daughter, CC, is really the worst one of the bunch. She's the one who got beat by her father while I watched. She was out from school with the "whipping cough" as her mother put it back then. CC was always the one who loved to call me a child molester, and FF loves to tell people that my whole family is, too. They are just diverting attention from their mother. And their extended family also show up every once in a while to denigrate me, threaten me, etc. They really don't think twice about the damage they cause, nothing is worth more to them than their name. Since they're so sure of themselves and self-righteous, I can only figure that they've done this all before over the years to others. My older sisters probably got their "treatment" years ago.

And X herself, the center of all of our universes, is ... a living hell. She's the one who controls me, and has since 1967 when she "helped" with the school thing (see previous post). She's the one who's calling the shots with intrusive thoughts and action, the "curses" of posts that come out, the one who chooses what phony problems they claim to be working on, and the one who suckers people into helping me, but they really are just fronts for her to harass me whether they know it or not. It all comes down to what they did in 1969, and how she has, for decades, worked on screwing up the people who know about it. But there's something about her that I left out in the 1969 post that I'll get to later. The bottom line is, she will decide what people will say about her, and worse yet, what people will think about her......or else.

One thing that X doesn't like is the mention of KS, the girl at AN's house in1985, the one who played question/answer for a few months -- the information gatherer. X and KS might have worked together at a photo store in the early '80s. Possible. But, since I never forgot about 1969, KS could easily have gotten that out of me without my knowing, just as the dealers I knew who put me under before I was allowed to buy back in 1980. They never hinted that they knew, or did anything to me while I was "sleeping" except for the lady dealer towards the last time I saw them. The take the lot, need plot thing (more on this later).

Years ago, my mom mentioned that X and one of my aunts used to go to astrologers, fortune tellers, or some things like that. From the way she and her family have been setting things up for a long time, just in case someone talks, she might have been too careless and one of these fraudulent psychics got what she did out of her. Easy enough. Give someone a mickey, make them tell you stuff about yourself, wake them up, then tell them what you talked about. If you're gullible, you'll think they're psychic. If you have half a brain, you'll know they're phonies.

So, why should I tell? Reality of it is, I haven't. I typed about it. They've had enough time of deliberately screwing people up who they are afraid of. After years of slander about phony drug use, the "his brains are fried because of drugs," etc. what do I have to lose? All they have to say is, "Not true." But, I really think they do protest too much.

So, there I'm stuck. I have to listen to these brainwashing liars pass me off as something I'm not. Playing over-blown psychodramas with me to get some goofy reactions they use later as "proof" that I shouldn't be listened to. But, in the end, they know what they've done, and they know that I'm aware of it. Delayed, yes. They always want to know the most inane things I'm going to do so that they can "reheasre" beforehand. Like simply my going to the store. No big deal. But, there's always the "when you see the cashier" or, "you need a guide to go to the store" and I imagine that they're there. They're not there, but their rehearsal goes through my mind.

The other thing that's big lately is they always try to force this FF onto me to "accept him as your guide" or "ask him for help". Not going to happen. That guy is dangerous and I wouldn't trust a coke- or crack-head. They'll start some trouble and then say that I have to ask that  a-hole FF for help. Like X will tell me to forget something. And I'll think to myself that I have forgotten something. And then she tries to push that FF onto me by saying, "Ask him, he'll help you remember." Bull, they just want that dumbass to be the one who finds out what I'm doing so they can screw it up. FF should get a life.

One other thing that happened recently was really telling. I was at work, getting ready to deliver when one of the mamgers came up to me and said, "Do you want to read this text?" He was holding his cell phone. I glanced down at it, and thought, "Finally, somebody actually asked me if I wanted to read the text, or look at a picture, or listen to some jackass on the phone." I turned away and shook my head no. But then my eyes rolled back like some girl I used to work with used to roll her eyes a lot. I glanced at the phone and the text said, "C U later." While my eyes rolled back, I thought of someone saying, "You need a new Cindy," That's the connection with Cindy. Now, there's a Cindy who works at that warehouse. Last year some time, I passed her outside in the parking lot and said hi. Then there was a jump, I could feel my eyes skip for second. Then I asked her, "How's it going?" She laughed and said, "Better now." As I was walking to my car, I heard laughter, and I looked over at a blue pickup truck parked at the end of the parking lot. There were at least two people there, laughing. I realized that the skip when I was talking to that lady was probably caused by those people, who had come there to harass me. I kept my head down, got to my car as the manager came out and yelled, "What the hell" a few times, and I glanced over at the truck at the two people. They drove away. It was most likely FF and some sucker friends of his. He'll get in trouble again someday, he's a little too arrogant about getting away with harrassing someone who can't fight back. The people at work shouldn't give me any so-called messages from someone else through texts or any other way. What they are doing is harrassment and they're dupes if they think otherwise.


After half a year of posts about who they are and what they're doing and how they're doing it, the only question remaining is why are they doing it?