I suspect someone has it out for me, probably the same person who sneaks into my house and moves things around, just to mess with my head. I’m sure of it, just as sure as I am that someone is always watching me through the crack in the window shade or following me in my car. I’m always a little disappointed when the car I think is following me turns. (Shoot, no stalker today.) Of course I don’t really believe this to be true- but I think about it. Even when I was young swimming in Grandpa’s pool- I was sure a shark or something hideous was going to come out of the filter at the bottom of the pool. I always stayed away from it, and avoided touching it at all cost- that thing was creepy.
I’m sure there is a hidden camera in public restrooms, right where the vent in the ceiling is- and it’s always directly above the stall I’m in, covered in dust- nice disguise I think. I used to make faces at it- give the pervo on the other end a laugh.
Of course I don’t really believe this, not really… but I think about it.
I have stopped believing that when appliances, or cars or anything man made breaks that it’s personal- that ain’t supernatural, that’s mechanics. (But that doesn’t mean you slack on it- you got to take care of your crap or you can’t be too surprised when your shit doesn’t work any more.)
I think that when I randomly have an intense memory or feeling about somebody that they are in turn thinking about me- we’re connected through time and space for a few fleeting moments. And when weird things happen to me, the kind that seems sinister, I get a sneaky suspicion that someone who thinks badly of me is behind the sinister act. I don’t know if its just coincidence- but something smells fishy and it ain’t me.
I believe in karma and what comes around goes around way too much to wish bad on someone else. It’s almost superstitious, but wishing someone ill has no benefit to me, and most of the time has the reverse effect. Life sorts out the good and the bad with no rhyme or reason, but it’s what I want to live with that I have to sort out for myself.
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I’m sure there is a hidden camera in public restrooms, right where the vent in the ceiling is- and it’s always directly above the stall I’m in, covered in dust- nice disguise I think. I used to make faces at it- give the pervo on the other end a laugh.
Of course I don’t really believe this, not really… but I think about it.
I have stopped believing that when appliances, or cars or anything man made breaks that it’s personal- that ain’t supernatural, that’s mechanics. (But that doesn’t mean you slack on it- you got to take care of your crap or you can’t be too surprised when your shit doesn’t work any more.)
I think that when I randomly have an intense memory or feeling about somebody that they are in turn thinking about me- we’re connected through time and space for a few fleeting moments. And when weird things happen to me, the kind that seems sinister, I get a sneaky suspicion that someone who thinks badly of me is behind the sinister act. I don’t know if its just coincidence- but something smells fishy and it ain’t me.
I believe in karma and what comes around goes around way too much to wish bad on someone else. It’s almost superstitious, but wishing someone ill has no benefit to me, and most of the time has the reverse effect. Life sorts out the good and the bad with no rhyme or reason, but it’s what I want to live with that I have to sort out for myself.
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