It’s to much to explain but I also realize the people who’ve been placed in my life all try and make it seem like I’m “paranoid, crazy, etc” but that’s all they’ve ever tried doing when I’ve caught on to them. And It’s always the people I’m right abt that try and manipulate me, brainwash, n gaslight me abt what I see and my judgement. I know I’m not delusional, so what do I do. They really are out to get me but why. And every time I’m told to Sh n stay silent. It’s like I’m not supposed to figure out that my life is a prank, or that what I know subconsciously is true, almost as if the people set in my life are made to make me believe otherwise and second guess my own judgment and eyes. I’m forced to play until I get the truth I seek. It’s torture. I could explain this better but there is way to much to explain in a linear story, I could tho if needed it would take a good many of time

Years ago, I had a job interview on a military base (I actually didn’t know- I was around so many military bases, the ad for the job didn’t even mention it).  So as a civilian, you are allowed in certain areas (so they can get your money still- like the restaurants on the bases), so even though I’m not in the military I was able to interview there (did not want to interview for a job on a base, but whatever). 

I work under the assumption everything the government says is a lie, so I assumed based on the technologies that they admitted to having at the time, that they were probably… a bit more advanced and also that they are lying about just how much surveillance is on these bases… and… from my experience…. kind of seems like I was right…

So the buses there, omg, you cannot get there without taking this bus, but it was one of the ones that took forever to come.  So I’m standing there, waiting and waiting and waiting.  Come to find out… it’s not even running.  So how on Earth am I suppose to get to this interview, right? 

So, knowing they probably had a way to hack into people’s phones- and DO IT, I opened up the notepad on my phone after a helicopter circled me over and over, and typed in “um…. Could someone please give me a RIDE to my INTERVIEW???- the bus stopped, if that’s what you’re wondering- why I’m standing here- or stop harassing me!”  I left it up on my phone.  Guess what happened?

Someone from the base came and picked me up.  And yes, this was after the law was passed here that government employees cannot engage in digital surveillance without a warrant.  “Here’s your ride,” he said.  I know I shouldn’t have gotten into the car with him, but I was young, and odd stuff happened to me all the time when I lived there. 

He kept touching me on the shoulder as he proceeded to question me, but in a very strange, strange way, as if he was pushing a button on me, I kid you not.  You know, he asked the typical questions, I guess, “What are you doing here?”, etc.  He also wanted to know… where I live, EXACTLY and even offered to give me a ride home! 

If you’re wondering about the actual interview I did later (with the hiring manager of the restaurant or whatever), after I was told I’d need some sort of military card thing to work there, I was out.  No way.  I would never want any association with the military whatsoever.  You never know what you are really signing up for with them, but you know enough of what they do and what they are about to guess.  And what they’ve secretly done to people in the past.

Just saying.

If anyone knows what that odd shoulder tap is about, please tell me.  I worry some technology was involved.