Weird shoplifter bloke has been making more and more appearences. He just sits at the other end of the bench and tries to see when the nearby shop staff go into the back room so he can swipe stuff. At the same time to this, not unco-incidentally police have been turning up in other places that I go to. Yesterday one, who was enormous and a bit fat, sat directly on front of me next to a small young woman that had been sitting there for a while. He proceeded to continuously pat her on the back and side, just like how you would pat a dog. He then was basically necking with her interspersed with patting for most of lunch time.
Once again perhaps not uncoincidentally previous to this at the internet place there were used condom packets in the street in the gutter.
And once again previous to that, an old women dressed entirely in red was ostensibly doing early morning exercises in the exact spot where last week the gang stalkers had left a dead rat. Her exercise was very strange. She was facing the wall, both hands on it, then girating her torso backwards and forwards, so she was basically being the man in some bizare doggy style position.
Don’t try to tell me none of this stuff is linked. That’s fucking bullshit. All these events are totally linked. It's anger goading, it’s intimidation, and it’s a total time suck for me, and that’s equivalent to murder. Get your feets off my neck world.
Whenever shoplifter bloke shows up, I’ve started loudly saying 'go to bed little boy'. I have to deter him peacefully, because I’m going to end up being blamed for his shoplifting. Not to mention that people don’t stop to help when he’s loitering there, so he‘s literally starving me. He's now showing up early morning and all through the evening.
Rowdy scummy gang stalker kids on motorbikes are driving by shouting 'Lie!' loudly right after shoplifter bloke leaves now. These are the same type that a few weeks ago physicslly assaulted me. They have attacked me with rocks many times before. Once they threw a huge stone brick at me that hit me directly in the face. These events always have huge aftermaths that last for days.
Just another impossible situation. I’ll be the one who ends up being mutilated, and blamed for everything, then starved even more than they are already starving me.
I wish I had more positive things to write about, because it’s not doing much for my employability, but this is life for me at the minute. And since I'm a blogger, I write about life, so it would be disengenuous for me to pretend it wasn’t happening.
Everything is a catch-22 these days. #