It’s even worse when they ask that question and are either just making fun; or have a sick curiosity like those who will slow down to see a mangled car crash and a dead body (not to help); or if they know exactly how you feel—but are gaslighting you as one of the individuals who are actually torturing you. In the end, none of them will sincerely ask you “how are you doing” because they really care or have any intent on helping you as “you need and would like to be helped.”
For over ten years straight, day in and day out, I’ve been tortured both directly and indirectly by individuals who know I’m in severe pain living in a hell I cannot ever escape until it ends. I’ve been conditioned to avoid the conversation due to how it always turns out; me ending up more frustrated and isolated than ever. And now, since the Plannedemic, it’s all so much worse; the torture; the hopelessness; the fear.
I’ve been writing substack now for almost a year, and this is the very first time I’ve ever expressed these sentiments to this degree, mostly because I don’t want it to be about me as so much as the “problems” trapping everyone, so then perhaps I can help myself, as everyone needs to be able to do, but with “requested assistance” on occasion, like needing help to move a heavy piece of furniture or surgery.
I think so many are so dishonest, so disingenuous, so inhuman…and so I have said many times that it’s like living in a horror flic such as “Invasion of the Body Snatchers” or “The Thing” all rolled into the movie 1984, and so I’ve become a prisoner in solitary confinement with unlocked doors, and I believe my neighbors, the top cops, most of the lawyers, doctors, engineers, the politicians…are all very much part of it and are soulless monsters.
So, how do I feel? Like I want to form an armed, peaceful militia with others who are still human and begin arresting these individuals who surround me locally, across the state, within my country and all over the entire world, then put them all in mental institutions to be treated humanly so we can figure out what makes them all such Hannibals—so we can end it to then prevent a reoccurrence.
In my world you would first have to have someone you could share your torture with who believes you, because as you may or may not have been told: you aren’t important enough to be bothered.. GO ANA TOLEDO GO.. get that list open and these class a jerks in jail!!!
It’s even worse when they ask that question and are either just making fun; or have a sick curiosity like those who will slow down to see a mangled car crash and a dead body (not to help); or if they know exactly how you feel—but are gaslighting you as one of the individuals who are actually torturing you. In the end, none of them will sincerely ask you “how are you doing” because they really care or have any intent on helping you as “you need and would like to be helped.”
For over ten years straight, day in and day out, I’ve been tortured both directly and indirectly by individuals who know I’m in severe pain living in a hell I cannot ever escape until it ends. I’ve been conditioned to avoid the conversation due to how it always turns out; me ending up more frustrated and isolated than ever. And now, since the Plannedemic, it’s all so much worse; the torture; the hopelessness; the fear.
I’ve been writing substack now for almost a year, and this is the very first time I’ve ever expressed these sentiments to this degree, mostly because I don’t want it to be about me as so much as the “problems” trapping everyone, so then perhaps I can help myself, as everyone needs to be able to do, but with “requested assistance” on occasion, like needing help to move a heavy piece of furniture or surgery.
I think so many are so dishonest, so disingenuous, so inhuman…and so I have said many times that it’s like living in a horror flic such as “Invasion of the Body Snatchers” or “The Thing” all rolled into the movie 1984, and so I’ve become a prisoner in solitary confinement with unlocked doors, and I believe my neighbors, the top cops, most of the lawyers, doctors, engineers, the politicians…are all very much part of it and are soulless monsters.
So, how do I feel? Like I want to form an armed, peaceful militia with others who are still human and begin arresting these individuals who surround me locally, across the state, within my country and all over the entire world, then put them all in mental institutions to be treated humanly so we can figure out what makes them all such Hannibals—so we can end it to then prevent a reoccurrence.
In my world you would first have to have someone you could share your torture with who believes you, because as you may or may not have been told: you aren’t important enough to be bothered.. GO ANA TOLEDO GO.. get that list open and these class a jerks in jail!!!