posted on Dec, 16 2008 @ 12:02 AM
Where is this cute little computer? I want to rewire it completely...... With a 20 lb sledge, if at all possible. Heck, I'll wade in and rip parts
out of it's innards with my bare hands. And don't think I am having a spur of the moment upset. I have had abuse my whole life, and no overloaded
toaster's going to continue the trend!
Oh yes- this happened to me. She was in the military. My life has been utterly wrecked- and I never understood the how or why. I went from hard
working and talented to a complete wreck. *Nothing* I did ever came to even a remote success. I even had "an alien visitation" a few weeks after I
found out she had married someone. Whether it was real or my overworked mind is still up for debate.. I know the sky always had something weird
flying, shooting, or otherwise going thru it when I lived in Fla. I came within spitting distance of a solid sphere of light a few years ago. This
whole nightmare started 20 years ago,- and nothing I have done even dents it. Not happy pills, therapists, church, NOTHING.
Thing is- I now demand solid proof this is coming from a computer, and not a) My now almost completely wiped out from grief and stressed mind, b) Her
actually cursing me (I discussed this possibility with someone, for all the help I was offered in that case... ugh) c) (Dont laugh too much) The
utterly absurd idea I am somehow massively instrumental in the future of the planet, and whatever (insert your bad guy here) or whoever is desperately
trying to smash me into the ground- thereby stopping me from whatever it is I am supposed to do. And yes... sometimes that thought occurs to me.
usually when all the logical reasons for my life bursting utterly into flames has been gone thru and picked apart like a body on an autopsy table.
With not a single answer in sight.
And then, provided it can be proven it's a computer... I want to know where this thing is. And I want to smash it to dust. And the people running it.
And so ends the ramblings of someone who, like Lewis Carrol would put it, "mad as a hatter". Thank you all for coming, please tip your waitress.