Sunday, October 25, 2009

Jartboy's Kids

It is obvious that the girl upstairs is being paid to harrass me. She has no other job and no reason to sleep in the day and keep me awake at night. Again and again she coincided her outbursts to when I got still for more than a minute. As this becoming still occured at random intervals, it is impossible to believe that she would have the ability to make noise in response to this completely silent behavior without visual information from within my room though the doors and windows were shut completely.
Ive been asking her if she is aware of her surroundings, if she knows where she is, and what time it is, if she can recognize that she is in a residencial building and that it is after 2am. Ive been asking her if she is having seisures or on drugs, and to verify that she does not need medical assistance by making herself quiet and acting apropriate to the hour and location.
But there is a problem. When I get up in the morning, whatever the time, a police siren or an abulance siren sounds towards the middle of town. This siren also sounds when I turn on or off my computer, making me wonder how many people have visual information about the interior of my apartment.
I dont know what their master plan is. I had Bill's adult attention 24-7 for ten years, and he was making ever financial, medical, educational and diciplinary decision about my life in that time. Its pretty hard to really convince me it was all a delusion, though its a nice thought, the kind of thought that makes me wonder if this isnt just a really violent video game, and any blood you might apear to shed when I mow you all down with machine guns and chainsaws is just the result of a superior graphics card or whatever.