Of course I do intend to complete this article - it's likely to be a small series because the extensive contend.
So... this isn't an article at all, really. It's something I would usually keep in a draft and publish only when I'd written a complete and legibly well done piece of work.
Future be articles (among others, of course) will be about: One of the traits that many psychopaths exhibit: Obsession; My own life as it looks at present; My Stalker encounter, what started it all, how things are going these days (in case it's going to be lengthy), how it was ended, and my exquisite nailing down this guy's psychology.
Of course I've known all along why he's doing it, and to put it plain and simple, he's doing it because he's afraid of me! And he also knows he already lost!
Wish me luck, guys!....
I'll be back and going stronger than ever soon enough....'^L^,
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I've meant to publish several articles that I've been working on, but I've had the unlucky fate of being the coveted target of malicious attacks from no less than two corners. One is an annoying and apparently strong kind of flu - this is the very first time I have the honor of falling prey to the flu, and I must say it has some very frustrating characteristics. - But the other attacker is somewhat more substantial in that it's a real person who has become obsessed with me in a not very forthcoming way, to put it lightly. I literally have to be on my toes and remain alert - even when I take a nap (I don't sleep at places where he can gain entry), and boy is this flu an annoying condition to have when you're also trying to stay ahead of a stalker, hacker, thief break-in artist and more.
I know my stalker quite well, even though we have only spoken to each other a few times, and I have had to guess about his past, but it doesn't matter, ... I know! And he knows I know, which in my opinion is the real reason that it came to this. He said I had promised him money, and then switched to saying I owed him money. Since I didn't have any money with me at the time, it was easy for me to remain unmoved.
Apparently it wasn't as easy for him, he flew into a rage and accused me of being possessed by Satan (I'm not a Satanist. I study all possible beliefs but never become a faithful myself. I want knowledge, not salvation from an outside power I can't comprehend). So this guy wanted to take me somewhere to be cleansed, but I think he was more busy with finding a way to get more cocaine, because he left and that was that...
Or so I thought. - This guy is born liar. Something as simple as telling you he spoke a second language that I also speak he just couldn't tell the truth about. Had to say "I don't speak that language!". But he did, and he does, he's been using it to try and hack into every setting and function in my computer (with some success, if perhaps temporary).
I came upon this song by Madonna. The music isn't the most inspiring - actually, I can't remember the tune now, and it's been little more than 15 minutes since I heard it three times (for the sake of catching the lyrics right - you can find lyrics on the web, but oft times those lyrics are incorrect, and I dislike that. So I took the time to write it all myself....and then I made a search anyway and found this well-written and fitting version...::
I'm still ill with my first flu ever. It ins\t that bad. I've almost stopped eating until I get past it, so I hardly have issues with having to run for the restroom all the time. But when I do, ...holy smokes! As a result of not eating much - and probably the flu itself is causing some of it - I'm somewhat weakened physically, and that's the most inhibiting part of it all. Still, I prevail as I always do, and I'll be back once I've dealt with the situation.