the pieces of shit are arranged so as to make my life as shitty as possible and to maximize my torture to whatever degree possible, and they always do this in the names of various false things. they create endless problems for me of various sorts, and whenever I must take a stand against any of these, it will only give them an opportunity to create endless more problems for me and to come at me from every conceivable direction. they gladly turn a blind eye whenever I am in excruciating pain, and then police me by means of their fabricated and custom-made sensitivities. their 'sensitivities' are always specifically arranged so as to police my thoughts and maximize my torture, and for some reason, every last one of them is always in a position of authority over me, and is always more important than I am. they'll come in the name of being 'parents', 'relatives', 'friends', and 'people' on the street, and always do so for no other reason than exercising authority over me, taking up all my space, and shoving me off into some corner somewhere.