10-15-2022, 11:31 AM
The other major recent development is this creepy stalker shit Mark has been doing. He seems convinced that I'm destined to be his next narcissistic supply.
In addition to constantly watching me, scoping out the contents of my vehicle, leaning on my vehicle, pushing in the body panels, and scraping his fake handicap cane against my car as if he owned it, there have been a couple of really creepy incidents in the past few days.
The other day, he stood there watching me to see what I was about to do, which is usually go take a piss at that time of day. As soon as I started towards the pissing gallery, he started out ahead of me and got there first, so that I'd have to wait to take a piss. Fortunately, I didn't have to pee that badly, so I went back to what I was doing until the pissing gallery became available. That was obviously some kind of control game.
This morning, I backed into the night shelter parking lot, leaving enough space behind my car for a little camp area. I started the fire in the stove and sat down in my car while I waited for it to get rolling. Meanwhile, Mark had picked up all his bags and carried them over and plopped his ass down on the curb behind my car where he could sit and watch me the livelong day.
Oh. Hell. No.
Not today.
I started the car and drove off.
In addition to constantly watching me, scoping out the contents of my vehicle, leaning on my vehicle, pushing in the body panels, and scraping his fake handicap cane against my car as if he owned it, there have been a couple of really creepy incidents in the past few days.
The other day, he stood there watching me to see what I was about to do, which is usually go take a piss at that time of day. As soon as I started towards the pissing gallery, he started out ahead of me and got there first, so that I'd have to wait to take a piss. Fortunately, I didn't have to pee that badly, so I went back to what I was doing until the pissing gallery became available. That was obviously some kind of control game.
This morning, I backed into the night shelter parking lot, leaving enough space behind my car for a little camp area. I started the fire in the stove and sat down in my car while I waited for it to get rolling. Meanwhile, Mark had picked up all his bags and carried them over and plopped his ass down on the curb behind my car where he could sit and watch me the livelong day.
Oh. Hell. No.
Not today.
I started the car and drove off.
