The yellow tshirt thing that I confirmed yesterday morning most definitely became a thing yesterday. It spread and morphed into something slightly different. Gangs of stalkers were waiting for me in every location I went to. Each gang had one member that was wearing a yellow tshirt or a yellow rain jacket they clearly had just put on over their clothes in a rush. What’s more it appeared seats had been organised in such a way to make it much more likely I would sit in a specific location, or at least to ensure there would be some form of confrontation wherever I sat.
For example, on the way down to the water canal, which I hadn’t been to for quite a while, the skinny girl in the green dress passed me in the opposite direction. She’s been around for years, probably in her twenties, always wearing the same dress, always looking like she should eat something. She always appears when they are doing weird sex goading shit, but also when they are starving me. This time I guess it was a bit of both because the was multi-tasking, walking while eating out of one of the polystyrene takeaway containers. It’s very unusual to see her eating something, let alone eating while walking.
Also when I got to the canal and was looking for a seat, a large butch women with a mobile street stand was sitting on the curb right behind one of the seats I often sit. Based on past experience as soon as I would have sit there she would likely get on the phone and start yapping away with a piercing vicious gargoil witch type voice. She was wearing tight green leggings, just like the pervert butch women from the internet place the previous morning.
So I gave that seat a miss, but at the next one along just as I arrived I noticed a small 2 bike motorbike gang there waiting for me. One passenger was wearing a yellow rain jacket which looked like it had just been put on in a bit of a rush. As soon as I got there, they sprung into action, and started having some form of argument. I eventually called them out as a motorbike gang stalker gang. Asked them to stop following me, and to stop being perverts, to stop perverting everything. They eventually stopped and both women had quite big grins on their faces as they drove off. The two blokes with them looked kind of clueless.
I was there for a few hours. There weren’t that many people passing, the morning rush had passed and the sun was out. Then there were gang after gang of yellow tshirted children that started to materialise. It was one after the other on both sides of the canal. One of the groups had 4 kids in yellow and an adult also in yellow. A gang of teens with one yellow tshirt wearer passed twice, the first time shouting 'you learn'. On the return leg the yellow tshirt wearer hid his head under the yellow shirt. Perhaps they were refering to the sun that was beaming down, or perhaps they were saying I should learn to not speak up and hide myself. Impossible to know exactly.
Anyway the point here is to see that once these escallations start, they spread, and take on different forms, and there’s basically nothing you can do. If you say something they often escallate, and if you say nothing they also often escallate because they think you are a soft touch and it’s an opportunity to bully you without fear of repurcussions.
I was able to get some food later that afternoon and thankfully it was quiet in the shop cafe I went to. That evening there was almost a total drop off of the harrassment, for basically the entire evening. Like night and day, like all the harrassers had gone home to bed ot something. The mood was very quiet everywhere. I was able to write a couple of rather up beat blog posts. One about urban art and the other about the interesting phenominon of using supercuts to expose media manipulation, which I was able to link back to some of things I’ve been experiencing here in the social layer.
So it was kind of a pleasant end to the day, though I was quite tired physically and mentally by the end of it all.
Today, the plan is to finish listening to some of the podcasts I started yesterday, and I need to figure out how I’m going to deal with the odd secrets limit that’s appeared in the reusable workflows. Based on my research it shouldn’t be blocking like this. There isn’t a limit to the number of secrets, certainly nowhere near 18 secrets. I might create a minimal example to try and reproduce the error. Not sure how much that will help though as I suspect the bug won’t showup, but perhaps I’ll be able to copy and paste a known good secrets definition with 18 secrets. Some software bugs are just so puzzling.
Btw, though there was several motorbike harrassment incidents earlier this morning when I got up. I completely ignored them and the entire time I’ve been writting this note the whole world, though mediumly busy, has been quite quiet. Literally as I wrote that last sentence a gang of 10 youths all wearing black and white outfits just turned up where I am. And so it goes.
Update: Forgot to mention, I took my tshirt off yesterday just before lunch, it was really hot, I was in the shade the whole time as far as I could tell, under some trees, but it obviously wasn’t enough shade. Ended up getting a slight sunburn all over my chest and shoulders. Not sure how that works. Surely shade is shade. Anyway, just to note, I ended up getting mutilated again! Told you, this always happens. Now there will be escalations where the world won’t believe I didn’t do it on purpose, and will keep setting up situations that are just outside my consciousness window of perception. Again and again I’ll get blamed.
It’s strange, almost as if either the world mutilates me or my body mutilates itself. It’s like neither believes the other. Something to think about. There’s definitely something that keeps happening. Not sure if the end-of-task-yah is related. That happens more often than not too. #