The bloke that lives across the alleyway of the internet place, just emerged from his house, a butch woman wearing an outfit that was covered in bright red pattern also emerged. The butch woman stands to my left, a few meters away. As he emerges and starts locking the sliding gate on front of the house front door, he makes an order 'Blog!'. Kind of weird. It’s clear to me they are on the warpath about something.
Incidentally from the moment I set off this morning many people have been on the warpath, including a man on a motorbike wearing a red tshirt with large black letters 'TRUE' on his back, so you can see it clearly as he drives past.
Anyway, I turn away from them, lean on the wall. They are behind me. I don’t want any trouble. He says loudly in english 'you are lying'. I literally have no idea what he means, I had said absolutely nothing to him. He is not addressing her, she doesn’t speak english. The rest of their conversation certainly isn’t in english.
I simply calmly say, 'you are on the warpath', and I say no more.
He walks off with the butch woman, which is unusual as he always drives a motorbike. The butch woman has in her hand 3 large food boxes. Clear food goading, and anger goading, and total reality inversion.
I rest my case, as it were.
Update: This is the same bloke that alternates between being normal, and being 'evil', with evil laughs and last week with the small boy that walked like he had leg braces, except he has no leg braces. I note that yesterday a small boy on a small bycicle with stabilizers was cycling around me over and over, and when he finally stopped two walkers passed and announced I had 'won' whatever that means. At the internet place for the rest of the day, right next to where I stand at the internet place, was a small girl version of the bycicle. You are not going to be able to convince me there is nothing strange going on here. At least some of these events are linked, maybe all of them. It’s clear intimidation, anger goading, food goading and complete reality inversion.
Update: As I finish writing this note, the young woman staff from the cafe arrives on her red motorbike right on front of me, and says 'him learn' to the other woman staffer. After which she appears to be waiting, listening for me to say something. I wait until she has gathered all her things and enters the cafe, and I calmly say, 'her on the warpath'.
Whatever weird strange bizare ambiguous doublespeak is going on here. It’s clear things are very far away from Okay imho. Everyone is teetering on a warpath, just waiting for an opportunity to pin it all on me.
Note: They are still starving and thirsting me. And btw, the butch woman that cleans up the puppy’s poop earlier started calling the puppy using the same word the bloke that gifted me the rice this morning: 'Hey'. That has been a term of harrassment for a few weeks now since one of the sandwich vendor women addressed me by saying 'hey dog'. All these things seem small, but I’m telling you, whatever network they use, whether it’s encrypted chats or word of mouth, is absolutely optimised for passing around exactly this type of info. This sort of subtle corruption of the social layer of public society is happening constantly. #