When I was living at my last apartment, at Braintree Village, the conglomerate attacked me for everything; what I ate, that my breasts flattened when I didn't wear a bra under the shirt I wore to bed, anything that it decided to interpret as being an emotional reaction. I felt like I had to think about what I looked like all the time, that I had to control all of my facial expressions and gestures, so that the conglomerate wouldn't accuse me of trying to get a celebrity to want to date me.
My saying "I don't want to date this person" was always ignored by the conglomerate in favor of the interpretations that it wanted to make of the voyeuristic video that it got live at all hours from the illegal cameras that were hidden everywhere in that apartment.
I never used the toilet or took a shower or changed my clothes without turning off the lights during the year that I lived at that apartment. The conglomerate's response to my attempts not to be exposed was to put ads all over the world about "turning the lights on," even though it called me a slut whenever it thought it could interpret anything that I did as indicative of my wanting to be watched.
I have never understood any of what has happened, or the attitude of the conglomerate that I am evil and that the conglomerate is good and is punishing me because I deserve it.
Copyright L. Kochman, March 17, 2016 @ 8:30 p.m.