My mind is still poisoned with memories of human
wrecks like megalomaniac David and my father, along with many other despicable
scoundrels, many of them effeminate males, sissies.
I have been avoiding YouTube, although I have used it
for short lapses of time. It is full of trash. Yesterday, 30 June, Tuesday, I
walked with my pet, Clara (a female dog, a bitch); I encountered a lot of
horrible people, wearing the green sports t-shirt of Mexico’s soccer team.
Social decomposition is massive, huge, ubiquitous.
Why have I eaten and slept so much? Due to excessive
physical efforts, my metabolism is extremely fast. I have thought about the
possibility that besides that, it could be a psychosomatic symptom. If this
were the case, it could be fixed by controlling that very troubling symptom;
overthinking, obsession, memories of violence perpetrated by people (mostly “males”)
who chose to become despicable, emasculated mice.
Last Monday I put a piece of bread with rice and small
pink pellets (poison) as a bait for a mouse which entered the house. It will
die soon, like antagonists who have hurt me badly, for no reason.
My mind has been caught by hundreds of memories,
violence perpetrated by my father (who died 18 years ago), evil human wreck.
David was an abnormal individual, some kind of mutant; extremely weak both
physically and mentally.
Images of my father and his cronies (relatives) are
submerged under urine, and have spent many hours under the sun’s ultraviolet
rays.
I don’t know for sure if David is dead, nor should I
care. Flavio Evil Shrink (psychiatrist) must be ruined; he could be dead. His
anus was rotting, just like David’s.
How can I overcome this Post Traumatic Stress
Disorder? How can I heal?
I can assimilate (very severe) violence as part of the
story of my life. Why did those antagonists hurt me so much? Because they were
weak, cowards, vitally powerless.
I am the kind of person who awakens jealously and envy
in other people. How can this be explained?
I was never a good student, but somehow, I was
perceived as intelligent; “a brilliant underachiever”. Being a teenager (16
years old) I began becoming a sportsman. I had the looks of a high performance
athlete, which I was not. I never won an important race, nor as a pedestrian
runner or a cyclist (road race bicycling).
I must write about these phenomena. Once finished, I
must read it aloud, record my speech and listen to it carefully, many times.
I have done very well. In spite of having lived suffering
from a very bad mental pathology —Borderline Personality Disorder, BPD— I have
been able to avoid becoming an addict to alcohol, tobacco or illegal drugs.
As I mentioned above, being a teenager I began
becoming a sportsman. I was interested in a healthy stile of life, like proper nutrition
habits. Because of that, being 62 years old, I am slim, physically fit and
reasonably strong. So many men younger and much younger than me are overweight,
fat; suffer from heart disease, diabetes, and possibly will suffer from cancer.
I taught myself mathematics and engineering subjects,
as well as a foreign language, English. I became an English-Spanish translator,
teaching myself. I have spent my life reading.
I am not a coward; I have never been such. Because of
that (among other reasons), many weak individuals (emasculated mice) have hated
me. I have spent years remembering violence perpetrated by those despicable
foes; obsession has made of me a kind of invalid. But today, I can overcome all
that, the very bad pathology which has hurt me so much (Borderline Personality
Disorder) which origin was psychological torture perpetrated by my father.
I can heal
Many people would consider me a failure, even a human
wreck, a pariah. I am not such, and I should not care about that, one bit.
Life is going to give me what antagonists intended to
steal from me. I don’t believe in God. I am an atheist. But I believe there is
an order in Universe.
Justice is coming, I know that for sure.


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