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Originally Posted by Lorelyen
SO what are you doing about it? Not just standing/sitting/lying down there, surely?
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Well, I contemplated a whole lot. I continually arrived at a negative outcome every time I contemplated one thing or another. But then I reminded myself of how incredibly conditioned I am vs my will. I decided to know nothing, presume nothing and simply evaluate how things go. I had the past two days off and returned to work tonight...
I am about 95% sure he dogged me!!
Hey, I understand. Sometimes you're interested until you're not interested, and when you're not interested anymore you let it be known. That's fine.
But nothing in my life is ever natural or normal or regular. It is always spiritual and that spirit is always negative and adversarial. Things are always orchestrated and controlled. There is no getting free from the plot and the conspiracy.
So, he was attentive today - a notch or two down from interested. There was a lot of eye contact and a couple of smiles. Then, things changed, after 15 minute break (where I smoked a cigarette which might have been the turn off)...
Eyes averted. Hmm. Okay. I followed the lead. I did not look toward him.
Then, he dumped a stack of totes which hit me and landed on my back.
Because I'm so heavily conditioned in negativity, I completely read it in a negative way. Then I shifted into positive thought but immediately defaulted back to negative.
Of course, and as usual, everything everything everything EVERYTHING is taken as a meaningful sign (I so truly dislike spiritual life and this is one of the major primary reasons).
Negative interpretation: watch my back
Positive interpretation: an unusual way of hitting on me
Negative interpretation: pavlov's dog
I'm no stranger to pavlov's dog abuse. I've been through it to severe and extreme degrees (this explains, in part, why I'm so negative and hostile - having been tortured does not produce loving kindness). I went through it so severely that it was the last message I wrote in a 500 page handwritten book I sent to the state's attorney, pleading for help.
No, they did not help.
Anyway, he dumped the totes and they hit me. I figured it might have been intentional, or subconsciously intentional, letting me know the prior averted eye contact meant he was not interested.
I... don't need to be assaulted to figure it out, jeez. Lol.
But what if it wasn't on purpose? I was bending over when it happened which means he might have been looking at my butt and it really was an accident. My butt does kinda sorta look kinda sorta good... or whatever.
But it doesn't end here. There's a little more.
There was a little more eye contact after the accident and then the shift ended. I clocked out and began walking home. He drove past me, as a passenger in someone's car. They pulled into a gas station and I saw him get out of the car...
I kept walking and surprisingly encountered them again, at another gas station. They were standing outside the car and I saw clearly that it was him.
Oh, he dogged me.
I heard a "cough cough" like the sort of cough someone would make if they don't like something. The other guy, the driver, said in agreement "yeah, right!"
So, it seems pretty clear to me that he talked about me to his driver friend and when he saw me, he must have said something and then made the repulsion sound. One's friend is certainly going to agree with you so of course, he did.
Because he dogged me I'm back to thinking the tote dump against my back might've been an eff you sort of thing. Which is confusing as Hell. The only way it makes sense is if he's employing pavlov's dog.
Which basically means, mislead someone by leading them on in a positive way and then punishing them when they respond to the false positive. It's abuse, and unfortunately it's abuse I'm conditioned by (no, trained to).
Woof woof. I've been dogged. Don't worry, mystery man. I won't go full blown B word on you.
I'm just going to ignore him and find another job. How DARE i think ANYONE would ever be interested in ME! Oh, and I'm supposed to be "punished" for wanting / needing / seeking a partner.
I'm one of Satan's nones (nuns), when imma learn?
The answer is never because I am not obligated to serve evil.
Anyway, it's all real sad because he's pretty fricken cute and right up my ally. My sort of guy (because I like manly men).
Oh well. Satan and lucifer rule.