the pieces of shit never run out of reasons to involve themsleves in my life. it is a matter of routine that whenever I am thinking a thought that can be exploited in any way, the pieces of shit will insert themselves coercively into my sensations, including when I am 'alone', at which point I receive unpleasant tinglings or worse in various areas of my body. and obviously everything that's in the news is targeted to me, but the population that targets me cannot be relied upon to acknowledge that, and if I am not on the lookout, before I know it they will hold me personally responsible for events in the news. and meanwhile, as it is the point in the cycle when society has left me for dead, members of my private life will of course treat me like an inconvenience, while other members of my private life will try to guilt me or make me feel morally obliged to those members. and the swarms that never need much of an excuse to attack me on the street have once again reduced my confidence to the point of not trusting my own judgment, and have used just about every weapon for this.