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Gang Stalking – Targets, be careful drinking that glass of wine.

English: Greyhound bus stopping at a rest area

English: Greyhound bus stopping at a rest area (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A Glass of Wine Awaits

A Glass of Wine Awaits (Photo credit: evita2005)

The 600 ml beer bottle is the standard reused ...

I was passing the store I hate on my way home and  remembered I needed  bread.  I didn’t really want to go into the store, but it was either take a very long walk, or do without bread.  I decided to go into the store. I told myself I’d go in and get the hell out of the store very quickly.

I walked into the store, quickly walked to the bread section, grabbed the bread, turned around and almost ran into the store manager.  I was in the store less than two minutes, and  he was following me around the store.   I walked right up to him, held up the bread and said, “I just got this bread and I’m going to the cashier and pay for it.”  His eyes got really big and he gave me a look that said, “Oops, I’m caught.”  He had a shopping cart with him to look as if he was doing something. He had nothing in the cart and was doing absolutely nothing but following me around the store in the two short minutes I was in it.

I continued to the cashier, paid for the bread and left.

It’s sickening to go somewhere and be treated like a thief.   This is not the only store this happens in.  Any store I enter, right away,  everybody who works in the store is on the lookout to catch me stealing something.

We targets are the worse of the worse.  There isn’t anything we won’t steal, damage, drink, etc.

That”s another thing that bothers me, drinks.  I buy a beverage in some stores that looks like a beer bottle.  It’s a health drink and I’ve drunk it since I was a little girl. No alcohol in the drink whatsoever.  My mother used to drink it with a raw egg in it. I don’t, though.  But the bottle is brown and has the look of  beer, the drink is brown in coloring.  But there’s no alcohol in the drink and it’s not charged as alcohol in the store.  But what do I see in the complex where I live?  The guy next to me, the alcoholic, keeps a beer can on the table he has out in front of his apartment. The woman downstairs in apartment 107, has a beer bottle sitting out in front of her apartment.  A lot of the idiots who live here walk around carrying empty beer bottles. I’m supposed to be an alcoholic. I don’t even drink!  But the perps are told that I am and they’re to push that angle,  because it makes me look bad. If there’s one thing I’m not is an alcoholic.  I’m not perfect and  have my idiosyncrasies, but being an alcoholic is not one of them.

I remember when  traveling by Greyhound bus to Nevada, I stopped in the terminal, got a water bottle out of the dispenser, turned around and heard one of the workers say, “She probably has alcohol in that bottle.”  The man who was standing next to him said, “No, she doesn’t.  I saw her take that water bottle out of the dispenser.”  That’s the day I found out that they were telling everyone I’m an alcoholic. And I’ve had other incidence where someone made some remark about my drinking. I ignore the idiots because I know I’m not a drunk, but it gets tiring sometimes.  That’s the kind of lie told about all of us.  All they have to do is see you drink a glass of wine at Thanksgiving dinner and you’re an alcoholic.

We targets all have terrible reputations.  Anything that’s bad we are.   We don’t have to do anything.  We can be the most angelic human beings on this earth and everybody will hear a different story about all of us.  That we are all bad, bad, bad.

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Gang Stalking – I no longer take an “ordinary day” for granted.

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The Meeting Place A 30-foot bronze sculpture c...
The Meeting Place A 30-foot bronze sculpture called The Meeting Place by Paul Day featuring two reunited lovers embracing in the newly-refurbished St Pancras station in London. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
People Watching at Sculptures

People Watching at Sculptures (Photo credit: Alegrya)

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A sight of Marquee Mall's entertainment area taken from a balcony in the third floor. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The second location of Starbucks in Seattle wa...

The second location of Starbucks in Seattle was opened in 1977. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

people watching

Sometimes I just stand somewhere and watch people.   I watch them as they take a walk; as they get on and off the bus; as they sit on a park bench enjoying a sunny day; as they drink coffee at Starbucks; as lovers embrace; as  children laugh; as the lonely people watch others; as men watch women; as people watch other people.  And I think to myself, do they ever think about how beautiful an ordinary day is? All these things people do on a regular basis, and I bet not one of them thinks how lucky they are to be doing these ordinary things.  I’m sure they don’t.  They take ordinary days for granted, just as I used to.

But I no longer take ordinary days for granted. Now I’m on the outside looking in.  I’m no longer one of them.  I can no longer enjoy an ordinary day. My life is not ordinary; I wish it were.

What I wouldn’t give to just have an ordinary day.  To not have someone follow me everywhere I go.  To not always be watching my back.  To not be shot with chemicals.  To not be thought a thief.  To not be called names.  To not be treated like trash. To be able to trust someone.  To have someone talk to me as if I mattered. To be able to sleep 8 hours a day.  To enjoy a meal at a restaurant without a bunch of freaks staring me down and making fun.  To enjoy a really good laugh with a friend.  To have a friend I could trust.  To just enjoy being.

People take their freedom for granted.  They should live my life for a day, I’m sure freedom would have a different meaning.  It wouldn’t just be a word they hear all the time.  They would truly know what  the word freedom means. And after learning what the word freedom means, I’m sure they wouldn’t be doing to others what they’re doing.  They would cherish the word and what it means.

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