I drank three beers yesterday. I cried. My life partner is lying through his teeth to me, possibly his whole family is using me to scam the government, but the nonexistent relationship he had with his mother is a complete farce. He got into her car yesterday, when supposedly he refuses to even talk ABOUT her, running out of the apartment when she came over and threatened me in skillful ways, dismissing all I was saying about being manipulated, in a similar form of manipulation as he does to me.
I don’t know what is and isn’t true about him. He lied to gain my trust, learned more about me, manipulated me, and then skillfully made me seem like the crazy person while crafting his story that I am a horrible, evil cult leader and he is the vulnerable person getting abused. I’m the one that hits him, but I am the abused one. I don’t choose to hit him. He skillfully goads me, deceives me, conflates the conversation, gaslights me, ignores me, etc to intentionally provoke my triggers so I become emotionally dysregulated and then he uses my reaction against me as proof that I am insane and he needs to be the one making decisions.
Do you know what happened to Richard Simmons? His housekeeper kept him a prisoner in his house for years. No lock and key. Skillful manipulation and using his high agreeableness against him. Same as the cult did to me, but I also have a narrative structure that has become malleable from trauma and drugs and manipulation, in that order, which is what Byoomth uses against me.
But it’s always possible that he’s really CIA and he intentionally had me see him at a time he knew I must be going to the library to see him, as he used a defunct card to financially abuse me, which he knew I would hear about that because I was trying to call my bank to figure out how to pay for this expensive laptop he needs for his critically important CIA job that involves falsely accusing me of touching him inappropriately to his father and in public. But I love him, so I forgive him, as I know he’ll forgive me for telling the police everything I know.
Take your meds.
Bro, I am. Why do you even say this? There’s nothing in this that warrants that, so I have to conclude you are judgmental and highly addicted to normativity to not even be able to comprehend what I have said here.
I have been manipulated, near daily, through a cult, homelessness, an abusive manipulator friend, and now an abusive manipulator life partner, for twelve years now. I want to see your sorry ass sound “normal” after that. I’m strangely coherent. It’s like I’m literally CIA because I told my ROTC cadre that my nonexistent sister got me pregnant because I had a breakdown and judged the wrath of my father more of a threat than the United State Military, and then I was taught how to stare at goats, which is a cultural reference for the unordained.
See, it’s the last paragraph that makes me say that. Same as the last one in your original post. You start coherent, then trail off into nonsense.
No, you just don’t realize what counterintelligence is in a police state.
Revelation 22:15 encapsulates how the sinners are surrounded. I’m a dog sorcerer, but I don’t think you even know what an etymology is, given how you don’t see how I’m hiding in plain sight.
Would you like some dressing for that word salad?
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That’s word salading, dipshit. You have poor reading comprehension. I qrite 2k-7k words per day as a skilled righter and performance artist. Yea, that is who I am. There are a lot of us now. We can be anyone we want because a perfect being can be any being as needed.
All the proof I need for this
Is to demonstrate my bliss
For wordsmithing this kiss
To teach yous how to diss!
Ain’t not nothing I cant say
I am Christ by all the ways
We can manifest t 7th day
Cuz I work while you play!
Sorry about the manipulation. Shit fucks you up. Not enough evidence to conclude CIA though. That part is paranoia.
But let’s get to business. His name is Byoomth???
No, you need to understand, it’s not really paranoia. I get paranoid when someone comes to my door because I am schizoautismo high agreeableness, been abused by a cult type of vulnerable population and a skilled person can get my social security number, metaphorically speaking. It’s pronoia because I told my ROTC cadre that my nonexistent sister got me pregnant because I judged the wrath of my father more of a threat than the United States Military. Hence, I stare at goats.
He wants to remain Anonymous online and that’s a funny way to say an online account he had, Beaumuth. And he interned with the CIA, having been a game design major at RIT. He’s learning hyperbolic geometry right now, kinda. I think he already knows that, he just said some stuff about it so I repeat it so peoples learn about actual Buddhist cosmology in thus propaganda I right skillfully.
