Regarding filing the RO against the crazy bitch living adjacent to us. Yesterday, Dad did NOT want me to file that RO; though Father Mark and Carl B suggested that I get one the same day of that fateful incident.
In my heart, I do NOT want anything public because I want to be expunge from public scrutiny, you know – to ‘disappear’ silently. That is why I have placed my WordPress.com back to semi-public, meaning ‘Search Engine Discouraged’ a few days ago. That is why I’m gonna donate my human form to scientific and academic endeavors when I pass on and away. That is why I’m trying to minimize my personal belongings, which we all know cannot be taken to heaven.
On that day, when Mom and I stood rather silently at our driveway and exchanged a few carefully chosen words, the crazy bitch freaked out and ran around the neighborhood screaming. The imagery that I received while calming recording her with my replacement smartphone was that of a beheaded chicken!
She was still wearing her pink dress and flat shoes. (I don’t know where she gets the money to afford these different dresses at MY Sunday choir masses.) Mom expressed to me the heartfelt pity she felt towards our neighbor. We meant NO harm whatsoever. But as per one online thread about a situation with tenants and their pets up in San Francisco, I got so fed up that I’m fighting “crazy with crazy”.
The cops can’t do anything. The church and its leaders can’t do anything. The kangaroo courts can’t do anything. I’m thinking that God can’t do anything either: for his will is set into motion and as per Father Jonathan’s sermon today at noontime mass, the reflection is apparent. He mentioned something about brain parts – the frontal cortex for thinking and the temporal lobe for emotion.
My incoming thoughts, being that I studied the shit for a nursing degree long ago, was that brain injury, the fight-and-flight response, and women being programmed for speech – all fell into place. It’s MY fault. (I was the one being tested, which I already ‘knew’, being that I’m interconnected with ‘them’.) I failed to understand those incapacitated. I failed to control my anger, which was reflected in the neighbor.
But my family and I refuse to accept false accusations, which I said aloud a couple of times, while recording her with my replacement smartphone. She replied and denied falsely accusing me and slandering me, while she used her garden hose on our property, her three plants – two severely pruned rose trees and a potted money plant, and Virgil’s dark blue/black Honda Accord. Afterwards, this was the time she dropped the garden hose, took off from her driveway, and ran around the neighborhood screaming like a beheaded chicken. The sight was so pitiful!
She trespassed at the pink house directly in front of her house; at the house directly in front of us; at the third house adjacent to the pink house; and then at passing motorists, including the fourth house of whitish humanz, whose tall palm tree is a reference point for the intel community. They came home, unloaded a small child from their SUV, and headed westbound on MY drive, as the nutter ran in front of them to bother a fifth house.
Our prayers is: In the name of Jesus, go away – you evil woman. Amen.
Sigh. I can only honor my parents wishes and hold my thoughts and words under white-knuckling control, which I’m getting better at doing. However, I still experience that fight-and-flight repsonse – my hand shook while I recorded with my smartphone, capturing her watering my car.
Sigh. I kept repeating aloud: You are being recorded. That’s for my protection ,of course. It’s my only evidence besides our ADT video surveillance system, which doesn’t help without the audio. Sheesh.
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