I lost the white hat that I wore for most of this winter and last winter.
When it was quite cold out a few days ago, I tried to buy a hat. It takes hours for me to buy clothing, because of the conglomerate and its agenda, and its scrutiny of me.
I bought the hat after looking at every other hat that was at the Good Will in Cambridge. It was $2, which turned out to be wasted money. I wore the hat for fewer than 20 minutes, to get from the Good Will to On The Rise.
At On The Rise, I went through every hat that they had, trying to find something that couldn't be interpreted as having a code meaning. I left the hat that I had bought in the bin with all of the hats that On The Rise already had.
Later that week, I went to Marshalls, a discount department store; no winter hats. I went to TJ Maxx, a discount department store; no winter hats.
I don't have a hat. It's not that warm out, and I haven't had a hat since I lost my white hat, because there aren't enough hats around Boston for me to be able to buy or be donated something for which the conglomerate won't attack me.
It's easy to lose things when you live out of a locker and have to organize your things and take them out and put them into the locker every day, according to what you have to do that day.
I didn't wear the hat for even half an hour, but somebody saw me and the conglomerate is attacking me about it. The conglomerate doesn't follow me with cameras and talk about me because it likes me in a misguided way; it does those things because it likes to bully me.
People who are part of the conglomerate do whatever they want. They wear whatever they want. They buy whatever they want. They eat whatever they want. They attend whatever they want, wherever they want.
Since 2010, I have worn only a few colors and only a few patterns. Every time that I try to get clothes from donations or buy them, I have to ignore things that I'd be able to wear if the conglomerate had never happened. Because I am poor, I don't have a lot of choices anyway; it's not as if I can spend a lot of money to buy things that the conglomerate won't interpret according to the pursuit of its human-rights-abusing agenda and its vicious and relentless attempts to discredit me.
I don't describe what my life is like to make people feel sorry for me. I talk about what my life is like so that the people who have incessantly bullied me since 2010 will eventually realize that they should leave me alone. Anyone who wanted to understand why I bought the hat that I wore for a few minutes a few days ago could have, without my being attacked for it for days and without my having to write another of the hundreds of pages of explanation that I have written since 2010 to try to defend myself against people who don't want to stop abusing me and who have no intention of stopping until I'm dead.
Copyright L. Kochman, March 7, 2016 @ 9:22 a.m.
