We were waiting in line after filling out shopping cart today at the commissary store in Moffett Field, CA. I was standing to the left side of our shopping cart when I heard, ‘Excuse me’. I moved aside, left the gentleman through and heard ‘Maw’ say to me, ‘This is not your territory!’ Then both parental units exclaimed to me, ‘You are blocking the way!’
I am not at home either. I feel like I’m always in they way. People claim they are jealous of my parental units, whom I feel are in my way. I do not understand their jealousy or how truly blessed my current situation is in light of recent ranting and ravings about lost years and lost mails. I am where I’m meant to be for whatever reason. I’m trying to smile, too.
I want to leave, too. But I’ve nowhere else to go. Everywhere I go there are these creeps, who cough loudly as I walk by their vicinity. I do not understand my sensitivity to loud noises or why I take notice of their rude behavior. As usual I would flick them off subtly as if scratching various parts of my body in the feign attempt to acknowledge the redness in their faces. I like sending my frown face and lots of love, too.
Another example fine example of creeps (or lizards) was about my former boss from this very large company worldwide. She is Native American and she had encountered one of the enraged entities who used to be the plant manager of one of her former employer. Her story is similar to what DB and sons would encounter — people yelling very loudly at the top of their lungs and getting red in the faces with veins popping out of their necks.
I’ve not met anyone who would verbally assault me in public. But I do get my dose of those coughing creeps and drive-by watchers, who would try to cut me off in traffic. For example, today after morning mass, I wanted to go into the right lane and used the turn signal out of habit. THEN all of a sudden this eighteen wheeler truck with its empty rig pulls from a parked position off the side of the road and INTO my intended lane to the right! The driver of the truck had a narrow head with closed cut beard and olive complexion.
I told my parental units that ‘they’ wanted to ‘off me’ too. But they got angry for me relying on too much assumption. There is no used to explaining to them what I know or why I should convince them of my purpose. I am not paranoid but this is one of few times where people would run me off the road. I was driving ‘Paw’s silver Mercedes-Benz E430, too.
Another time was a white ‘boat’ (or long car) that sped from behind me on the left lane and immediately in front of me to exit off of southbound 680 HWY and into Capitol Expressway. A few days ago there was an accident at the spot more to the right of where I would have been last Sunday. There was glass still on the curb of that off ramp, too.
I noticed that lots of ‘white’ vehicles would be patrolling our area too from AT&T to the city van because of the dark circular emblem on the sides of the front doors. I’ve been noticing the SJPD driving around my neighborhood, too, which should not be surprising since they noticeable increase of at least seven vehicles belonging to some ‘renters’ across from our home.
I believed they are annoyed at us for blocking their public, parking spot with our two garbage cans every Thursday night. Someone had placed the dark, green ‘normal’ garbage can on the sidewalk, which rarely happens since those creepy goons moved into that empty house.
That one truck actually parked right up that can one time. On another occasion, the light gray with blue lid ‘recyclable’ can was on the public road but blocking the middle section of the driveway. After pointing at the cans repeatedly, I flicked them off, too, but they were inside their house.
So if I these lizards block my way, I block their way too and give them dirty looks (well sometimes I do send smiles, which work and people smile in return). I was wearing ‘Shrimpsei’s Lemurian Silk Choker today and wonder if that had an effect on these red faced entities at ‘DeCA’. Actually, it’s got to be me and I unknowingly cause people to choke on their spit. I really don’t know, basically.
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