A million tiny arrows keep on flying.
I felt too ill to put out the recyclables yesterday, and so I did it at about 7:45am. As I walked back to the garage, there was a lot of wild noise from next-door, which is something I have learnt is a normal reaction, by the guy next-door, to me being outside. It has happened so many times before, not only do I know I am not paranoid, but I also know that this is what psychopaths do, gathering from past experience. They need to latch on to people they are jealous of, or such, and interpret everything they do as some kind of personal affront. They immediately assume a competition. For limitted resources. It's a primal, animal thing. Interpreting me as fighting against him, then this justifies him "retaliating" against me. For nothing. As I've said in the past, this sort of person will be jealous even after their target is in the grave. They are jealous of death.
While outside, and in the garage, I realised that a nice little table that I thought I had moved into the house some weeks ago was missing. I guess I had forgotten to take it inside, and then someone stole it. That was before the snow fell, but I'll go out and check for tracks later. Who would have taken a harmless little table? How about the guy who sat outside and ignored me while he stared into his bonfire, after which my dog's line had been tampered with, allowing my dog to run away? Even though this guy has a husky, of course, he must feel jealous and affronted that I have an Akita, because, as a narcissist, he must be the only special person in the universe. That's how they are.
He has let his dog wander onto this property, and he has produced large coughing fits upon seeing me, while ignoring me. So, there is clearly something wrong with this person, and he wants to draw me into his problem. It's an old trap, where the narcissist - and psychopath - presume competition, and so start buggering the victim, compelling the victim to stand up and defend himself, which the narcissist then calls out as a direct, unprovoked attack. And so on. Violence begets violence.
I was going to sit that little table by my bathtub, where it belongs. Some other table had been placed there, by my sister, instead. Also, in there, a metal sort of table-stand thing which I never asked for or needed. Also, left here for me: Two old chairs which I have always hated, plus two pillows. And other stuff. A large, very heavy coffee table, plus a widescreen TV. It's very nice that my siblings want to help me, but not when one of them complains that I have too much stuff. Why do they give me stuff if they think I have too much stuff?!
It's kind of the same thing.
While outside, and in the garage, I realised that a nice little table that I thought I had moved into the house some weeks ago was missing. I guess I had forgotten to take it inside, and then someone stole it. That was before the snow fell, but I'll go out and check for tracks later. Who would have taken a harmless little table? How about the guy who sat outside and ignored me while he stared into his bonfire, after which my dog's line had been tampered with, allowing my dog to run away? Even though this guy has a husky, of course, he must feel jealous and affronted that I have an Akita, because, as a narcissist, he must be the only special person in the universe. That's how they are.
He has let his dog wander onto this property, and he has produced large coughing fits upon seeing me, while ignoring me. So, there is clearly something wrong with this person, and he wants to draw me into his problem. It's an old trap, where the narcissist - and psychopath - presume competition, and so start buggering the victim, compelling the victim to stand up and defend himself, which the narcissist then calls out as a direct, unprovoked attack. And so on. Violence begets violence.
I was going to sit that little table by my bathtub, where it belongs. Some other table had been placed there, by my sister, instead. Also, in there, a metal sort of table-stand thing which I never asked for or needed. Also, left here for me: Two old chairs which I have always hated, plus two pillows. And other stuff. A large, very heavy coffee table, plus a widescreen TV. It's very nice that my siblings want to help me, but not when one of them complains that I have too much stuff. Why do they give me stuff if they think I have too much stuff?!
It's kind of the same thing.