Truth! A long time ago a group of people decided I’d be a good one to pick on. They were in a front yard pulling at my hair. Teen boys and girls while I was barely into grade school. It’s decades later and I’ve been worn down though, really badly. Those hits I’ve survived as a victim were very criminal. I even had suicidal thoughts before I was in grade school because adults and youths were picking on me that young.
I want to ask this openly: What is it all for? Picking on someone long term. Is it just fun for bored people? It’s clear I’ve been VERY HARMED. So harmed at times I spent months healing. So harmed, some of the injuries were left on my body permanently to remind people how hit upon I was. So harmed I’ve actually died and had to be brought back to life by professional medical people.
CHRIST!!! I’ve really been MAS picked on!!
People, I got cancelled and GIVEN THE SILENCE TREATMENT… meaning people stopped talking to me, made it clear they did not want to need me. FOR DECADES!! It may have began during my visit to Blade Runner in the 1970s. People called me “Cancelled” there, and one small man told me he was taking over my name to use in Hollywood. Sounded forever.
I was just supposed to get clear of the past and healed enough to help friends and family members. The original plan of me taking on new work at age 50 looked killed decades ago also. IT MUST BE SOMEONE ELSE who is doing stuff.
Also remember a “Mamie” gangster woman (maybe a group of them) forced me to be clobbered also in the 1970s. They got L.A. and Hollywood instead of me. I was not safe enough to be a regular. It could be people were using me to create problems too… just beating me up and dropping me off at a hospital caused problems!
If I felt a lot better, was a lot stronger… I’d find a way to get more interesting again. I just can’t do it now. I am sorry. I got so targeted in my first decades of life my last decades will likely continue with me being stiff, arthritic, numb in places, and sick easier than average people (already these things).
I can’t please everyone and I don’t know what everyone are after. Some appear happy for me that I got to do some bucket list things in recent years. Some just look suspicious (at a distance) to me as if they want trouble.