It’s been a relatively quiet early morning without harrassment, though I’m at the internet place now and in the location where I stand to get internet has been left some bubble wrap. That’s historically been used multiple times before starvation periods. They are saying 'don’t do anything, just pop bubbles in the bubble wrap'. Usually it’s one of the butch women that walks past in the middle of the road on front of me clutching a handfull of bubble wrap. It only ever occurs just as starvation is about to begin.
The thing is though, there’s another contingent that want the exact opposite, and will start yah'ing me. It will escallate and escallate, and no matter what I do, I’ll get blamed, eventually all ills in the universe will be blamed on me, simply for existing. I hate to sound so defeatest, but this sort of thing has happened literally hundreds of times at this point.
Seems the world is back on the warpath after an entire afternoon and evening of relative peace and quiet. #