Saturday, November 26, 2016

Me Being "Bad" to Do With It

I walked in a store to get a drink on Election Day for the President of the US.  I was upset but not mean, and a German-looking boy spread around that I was bad, somehow.  Someone else I think walked into the store, a young guy with a weird beard.  I just sorta lost it.  I thought once that person has a beard because I cursed about the hurtful, illegal noises Ellen DeGeneres put in my room.  I just wanted to establish to myself that I would not bow down to him cuza his strange beard, strange because it was a bit long.  He got me going thru a cycle wondering what to do and think next and worried he knew I thought that.  He acted peculiar and looked at me.  The person in charge did something weird, too.  I went to go vote.  A lady in front of me was already onto me for the store.  I just kept thinking for a long time about how she should stop and stuff.  I was upset it was catching on with everyone else outside that I had no control over myself mentally, but they were looking at and secretly referring to me negatively.  I was upset electing some.  That lady set me off and then acted like nothing had happened.  I tossed my ID on the table.

I came home, and my dad acted like I was bad and wouldn't be allowed to enjoy my vacation.  He was sending a secret message.  He was outspoken.  I saw a picture of someone as a baby I thought before.  He acted like it was me and he was the mom.  I don't want to feel from him things like that all of a sudden.  Since visiting his mom this one time, it seems like she gave him advice to just go for it and go in and be overly cheery and he'll be just like people like Johnny Depp who people like and get very stimulated by.  So, I got the idea of him acting like he's cheerily repeating, "You're just 'such and such' aren't ya! You're just 'such and such!'"  He's like other men like his age acting like they're me.

So, I went into my room and was like damn and made some fists I remember.  I made a louder step or so I think as I left.  I don't know if I hit my legs or not.  I might have been rough in my cheap chair.  So what?  I could do that any day and not be so brutally abused for it.  It's something everyone does!

I did my laundry, which I try not to do when people are around.  I was upset, and people acted like that was it.  I was in trouble for what I did in my room cuz they know what I do in private..