A New Word

Last Updated on December 20, 2023 by ESAReviewsComplaints

You know…

I’m the star of this show, and I don’t even know what it’s about.

Why?

So, so, so many dirty tricks. So much invasion of my privacy. So much disrespect. Privacy issues OFF THE CHARTS. Same with the disrespect. At Extended Stay America. I’ve asked before, on this site, why provoke me? Why keep making appointments for housekeeping, and not showing up? Why play with my mail? What the hell are ‘they’ thinking? ‘They’ played that game with other meetings that I waited for to take place- My Date With V.

How does any of this stuff help anything?

Nobody knows.

It dawned on me that I’ve been “stalked” for years. Often, stalking ends up with the stalked person dead. After all my years of talking, I think it is obvious who would be responsible for foul play in my life.

But still- this question keeps remaining- why?

I can’t help but wonder repeatedly, how will this group of ‘they‘ react when ‘they’ find out that ‘they’ve’ created so much evidence. And it was all for nothing, unless, they all wanted to be charged with crimes. Now that, definitely makes NO SENSE. ‘They’ will be asked, “What did you do?,” and ‘they’ will say, “We harassed and invaded the privacy of a man. For seven years.” Why? ‘They’ will look at each other and wonder the same thing.

Will ‘they’ blame me? The biggest problem with that, is, that I don’t even know, “why me?” ‘They’ seem to want to teach me a lesson. All ‘their’ hard work for years, and I can’t learn the lesson because I don’t know what it is.

It’s as if they have no regard for themselves.

‘They’ made me important, and made their lives and the futures of their loved ones unimportant. What could possibly be worth all that? As I’ve said before and I will say again, I am just a face in a crowd who can’t wait to find out the criteria ‘they’ chose that all equates to me.

I really have the NEED to know. I certainly don’t want to repeat the behavior that got me into this mess. On the other hand, people have been destroyed for reasons that don’t make sense to anyone.

Trapped

Can you imagine a world where just going about your business attracts crazy people who try to ruin your life? No one would be safe under any circumstances. That’s one of the reasons Mother Nature gave people “sense.”

If ‘they’ hadn’t picked me, I would’ve come and gone without a second thought. The hotel would’ve forgotten about me the next day, and my life would’ve continued without hindrance. I remember an incident where a man called the hotel to check on my references to rent a house of his. Even though I thought I had always paid my rent on time, maybe slightly choppy at first, the same woman who has worked so hard and has sacrificed so much to chase me away, gave me a bad review, and I couldn’t rent the house. As badly as she wanted me gone, she just couldn’t stop herself from causing more harm to my life, even if it meant she’d have to deal with me for a longer period of time. Manager1-T shot herself in the foot. So to speak.

Trying to get rid of me, but making it impossible. That’s a trap alright.

I was and am a very important part of ‘their’ lives. Seemingly, the most important. ‘They’ have sacrificed so much for, me. Such bad intent. What good could become of a conspiracy to stalk and harass and invade the privacy of a citizen who normally would easily be forgotten?

Whatever the good in it is, it must be really, really good. The ‘goodest.’

Whatever it is that I did, I am quite sure that I didn’t do it on purpose. My philosophy is to give everyone respect. And that stays true, even if they disrespect ME. I can’t imagine purposely disrespecting someone.

Maybe I disrespected someone whose feelings and emotions are so weak that they cannot continue their lives without revenge. But that doesn’t make sense either. If ‘they’ feel so strongly about disrespect, how does disrespecting me for seven years make it better? And whatever it is that I did, surely ‘they’ got their revenge ages ago. But I don’t know how people so very, very weak feel and think. I can’t imagine thinking so highly of myself that I would do anything even close to doing what ‘they’ do, and then rationalize it into righteous.

It’s all just so “ununderstandable.”

Stalk

Conspiracy

noun,plural con·spir·a·cies.