Gang Stalking – Why 7 days to make a new pair of glasses?

As  target I hate going to doctors. I never liked going to them, but especially now as a target.  I never know what they’re going to do to me. I  don’t trust most of them anymore.

I had to have my eyes examined for glasses. I went to many places to find a doctor.  I walked out of a lot of places. I could tell nothing but perps in the places. Why should I pay good money to be abused?

I finally found a doctor’ office I felt comfortable in. But, of course, it takes a while for the harassment to begin. After the receptionist told me the doctor was able to see me that day, I sat down. Immediately, the door slamming began. One of the women kept coming in and out of the receptionist’s office and slamming  the door each time. I felt like walking out of the place, but I didn’t.  I tired of trying to find a doctor,  so I sat there.

The receptionist called my name and got all my info. A woman came out of the office who was going to give me my eye exam. The woman looked terrified.  I could see it in her face.  I went into the examination room and the receptionist went into the room with me. The receptionist watched me to make sure I didn’t do anything to the woman.  When I was through with my exam, the woman told me I would  be examined by another doctor.

I sat outside the reception area while I waited for the doctor. Again, the door slamming by everyone who went into the receptionist’s  office.

The doctor finished with the patient, passed by me and told he’d  be with me in a minute.  He went into the  men’s room.  The doctor, in passing, told me he was ready for me.

I went into the exam room, the doctor did a lot of tests on my eyes. Never have I  had my eyes examined  so thoroughly, plus, he was very interesting.

I finished with my exam, and directed to the section where I could select a pair of glasses.  All  the time,  the  receptionist followed me around, watching everything I did. I think she was afraid I’d steal a pair of glasses.  What good is a pair of glasses without the correct prescription?

I choose a pair of glasses I liked and paid for them.

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I went back into the reception area, and the receptionist told me, it would be 7 days before I got my glasses. Seven days! What!!!  Are we back in the 50s?  I walked out without saying anything. I knew if I asked why does it take 7 days to get a pair of new glasses I’d get angry.  With today’s technology, glasses can be ready in an hour and I have to wait 7 days?!! I also think they said 7 days because they think I might cheat them on the payment. This way, they get paid before I get my glasses.

So now I have to wait 7 days for a pair of glasses I know can be ready in an hour!!!

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Gang Stalking – Want to drive a man bonkers!!

Every time I walk toward the library, I have to pass a trellis-like path.  As I walk, there are men and women standing, sitting, imitating what I do when I pass by. They all wait for me to pass  and make a comment. They get paid to do this. If I make a comment, the perp will report it and get an extra three, four bucks in his check.  Plus it’ll become something the  perps can imitate me doing.

Today, I didn’t feel like walking the path, so I found a solitary spot under a light. I can bet that tomorrow that the light will be over run with perps. And if the light is not over run with perps,  every light I pass will have a perp sitting under it. What idiots!!!

This is for women. Men who read my blog don’t get insulted. I heard this on the radio this morning. There is something we women do that drives men bonkers! You’ll never guess what!!!   Who knew? I didn’t.  I’ve made a mistake all this time. I’ve slammed doors on perps for as long as I can remember.  And it’s been making them feel very masculine. The truth is, men hate it when women hold doors open for them! It makes them feel emasculated.  Now that I know this, I will make sure I hold the doors open for all of them, make them feel emasculated. So, women, make sure you hold a door open for a  man perp. Annoy the hell out of all of them!

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Gang Stalking – Maybe it’s all a dream.

Hell (Photo credit: KomodorO // Paco LopeH)

Dream! (Photo credit: Melody Campbell)

It’s about the fourth day of quiet.  It’s been really quiet where I live. It’s so quiet it feels creepy.  I can almost hear myself think.  But they haven’t stopped hitting me with electricity.  That’s continued non-stop. And they broke into my apartment when I went out.

It’s really strange not to hear slamming doors, beeping horns, no one standing outside and looking up into my apartment, no cars passing by revving their engines, no dogs walking by barking, no one making a lot of noise, no one coming to my door knocking on it and running away, no garbage thrown outside my door, no marks on my door. I feel as if I’m living in another dimension. (You see how they change my writing? I didn’t do that, and I’m leaving it that way as proof of harassment.)  When they’re annoying me, I know what to do, but with all this quiet, I don’t know what to do.  I get a very uncomfortable feeling. It’s more stressful than when it’s noisy.

In four years of gang stalking (oh, now it’s back to its normal  look), I haven’t gotten a quiet period.  It’s always been noisy. Even today when I went out, I didn’t see too many perps.   I don’t know what’s going on.  I know my harassment hasn’t stopped, and I don’t think it will stop, but it creeps me out  not to hear anything.  The only reason it can be this quiet is because of the weather. It’s hot as hell out there.  I guess the perps can’t handle the hot weather.  Poor babies.  I hope the weather gets hotter, maybe 120.  That should keep them all quiet for a while longer.

Or maybe I’m still asleep and it’s all a dream.

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Gang Stalking – Spooky place to live.

Bed (Photo credit: anjakb)

The other day, I took a picture of a gang stalker. The gang stalker ran after me and kept asking me why I was taking a picture of him. I did not answer and kept walking. He walked away and told his friend I was taking pictures of him. Both of them ran toward me and kept asking me why I was taking their pictures. Then the second man, ran over to a woman and told her I was taking their pictures. She joined them and also kept asking me why I was taking their picture. I paid no attention, and they watched me as I went up the steps.

Why is it that these people are so afraid of having their pictures taken? Is it because they’re illegal aliens? Is it because they don’t want anyone to know what they’re doing to people?

Well, anyway, I had really creepy people walking by my apartment all day. I was so spooked, I slept with my light on when I went to bed. When I went to bed, I put chairs, scotch taped my door, and put all kinds of things near it.

Believe me, these people are not people you want to meet at night when you’re walking around. If you saw them, you’d hoped that they wouldn’t take your money, or kill you.

Anyway, I woke up the next day, and my lock was open.

And today, when I went out to feed the pigeons, the woman two doors from me, kept locking and unlocking her door. So I know the creeps in apartment 206 had something to do with unlocking my door.

They were letting me know in a runabout way that they’d unlocked my door.

I thought my earlier apartment was bad, but this new place is really, really spine-chilling.

If I could find someone to move in with me, I’d let him move him. But I haven’t run into anyone in the last four years, I can trust.

So I have to live by myself with weird people who haunt me day and night.

Believe me, it is not a good feeling.

I used to carry a knife with me to bed, but after a while, stopped doing it.

But now, I’m back to carrying a knife with me to bed. I stopped because I was afraid I’d accidentally cut myself, or have something worse happen.

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