One

"You call yourself a []?" This was from the email, one of the many, I sent someone on a day (one day) in 2019. These emails would masquerade as ruining somebody else's life and instead ruin mine.

            These weren't the only things. I had gotten knocks on the door for sending similar texts and in one case phone messages, and obviously, this wasn't the most productive behavior. It didn't solve anything, and in some cases, it was just mean and unwarranted for the situation, while in others, whatever warrant a strong rebuke (in words, I mean, a literal rebuke) would have had was drowned out by either the methodology of it or the volume of it.

            In any case, while my words clearly didn't have the power to hurt anyone else physically, as I wouldn't have wanted them to, despite all the storm and bluster (or else, why would I have just said words, every time?) (storm and bluster, not to excuse the morality or the efficacy, that is apparent in much of the music I had grown up listening to, such as hardcore rap and some metal, most of the latter just a small detour before going full-bore into it, after prison—but, in any case, when you grow up with the "M. E. T. H. O. D. Man" skit and a Constitution that tells you you can say whatever you want, it can be sort of a shock to find out you can't, at least not without the actual threats of the government coming to pass), I was very able to be hurt and manipulated physically by the group of people who enact threats on everyone in America (the land mass called it) every day of the year. Every law is a threat, except, unlike mine, there is real intent behind them, and they carry it out with the violence that simple flaming emails to media figures don't.

            So these people, who not only have a web of ambient threats laid out for hundreds of millions of people (really, the whole world, because it's all one big system) but show up on TV with people calling for more laws, thus, more threats, against the innocent citizens of America every day, kidnapped, sexually humiliated (having me do strip searches, etc.), further threatened with a vague promise of a threat, i. e., the final sentence, hovering over me while they beat me with offenses that weren't threats. Because they were happening.

            I just spent an inordinate amount of time looking on the Dunkin Donuts website and then even on the app, where I sort of backdoored my way into an order form before the store opened, for the day, but it did not connect to the store when I (tentatively) put in an order for a Green Goddess Wrap. I am a vegetarian, currently and by habit, and thus, the Hot Honey Ham Bacon sandwiches or something sounded obscenely good, like, sexually good, but they were not for me. But, neither was this! It wouldn't connect to the Store.

            And then I realized, the cheesy garlic breadstick (I typo'd s for b before I put in my bold notifiers, and thus, breasts) that I was before thinking was just too extravagant to make, tonight, post-Midnight, would be way cheaper than whatever I was going to spend, just for the Green Goddess.

            The oven is now on, and close to being ready. That is an evolution in logical thinking.