Consequence of a flooded basement apartment. I’m living on the second floor above cranky neighbors instead of below them which means I can’t ride by stationary bike late at night after spending most of my work day sitting in front of a computer hooked to a phone taking orders for car parts. Neither can I exercise to my beloved Jane Fonda tapes at five thirty in the morning before going off to work. Consequences of a flooded basement apartment is going from a size 12 to a size 16, 18, 20, 22, and finally a size 24.
By nineteen ninety six, I had endured seven years of non-stop screaming. I was growing tired of listening to it and so was everyone else around me.
By nineteen ninety six, The Voices/Stalkers were growing desperate. Their game of sexual harassment was no longer netting them the results they craved. Powerful men were losing interest in my on-going saga, especially after my weight gain. And they were also losing interest in the mind readers as a result.
Don’t understand those last two statements. People are stupid. Powerful men, lonely men, sex starved men would pay The Voices/Stalkers in order to have a front row seat at their mind reading performances – not looking into my apartment, of course, but listening to The Voices/Stalkers X-rated descriptions of what they said was happening inside my apartment, complete the younger girls acting everything out.
So, The Voices/Stalkers resorted to a new tactic. They began trying to engaging me in personal conversation. Never, before the lack of interest in me, had they engaged me in conversation. Before, they had a script and they usually stuck pretty close to their script. They screamed the same things day in and day out, which because of Word press censorship, I’m not going to repeat here. .
This new ‘conversational screaming’ took the form of truth telling. Or as I like to call it, truth telling mind reader style. Truth telling mind reader style involves telling a miniscule truth wrapped in a big fat lie.
Big fat lie with a little truth No. 1
They had managed to convince the high ups at Exxon of their psychic abilities. An according to The Voices/Stalkers, they had told Exxon that the weight loss I had while working there was not the result of proper dieting and exercise, but from throwing up. In short, I’d been bulimic.
Big fat lie with a little truth No. 2
They told Exxon that I had a mental breakdown back in 1976 and they beginning to see signs of another mental breakdown.
Big fat lie with a little truth No. 3
They told Exxon that I’d become involved with a cult, meaning Word of Faith Church.
They told Exxon that I’d loss my mind, thinking that God was telling me to dress in only four colors, black, white, red, and yellow (The color scheme of the wardrobe plan in Chapter 83). I had a flashback to the psychiatrist asking me about my red shoes.
Big fat lie with a little truth No. 4
They told Exxon that I was stalking Allen Toussaint.
Only trouble was, I didn’t care anymore about what had happened at Exxon. Exxon was over – done with — finished! No going back.
What I did take from these railing conversations was a reminder of a Bible verse that states “Let he who has ears hear what the Spirit has to say.
What I heard was that Apex was thinking about firing me!