if I try to do anything or go anywhere in this society, it is not about doing what I'm doing or going where I'm going, but about having the pieces of shit involve themselves in my thoughts, use my thoughts against me, and discriminate against me everywhere based on the thoughts I am thinking. this of course will turn a society right into a prison. everything in your life will always fall apart and nothing you do will ever succeed, because of the pieces of shit, and while they are constantly working against you, whenever you recognize their methods, the recognition will become meaningless, as everything must be arranged precisely to accommodate these useless, obsessive and disgusting pieces of shit who are just there to police you, and so they must proceed in the same ways, and so must strangle your awareness of it. any time you find yourself in public, everything will be put in the context of: not being in a public place, but having the pieces of shit involve themselves in your life and your thoughts, and they will give you ultimatums such as: either you will allow the pieces of shit to harass you and use psychological torture against you, or the pieces of shit will use manipulation on you and exploit their knowledge of your thoughts. and when they use manipulation against you, they are then judges of your thoughts, and will find endless excuses in the thoughts you are thinking to justify further coercive involvement in your life. and then you finally get to the store and manage to buy cigarettes, where the store-clerk is of course an asshole to you, and treats you with prejudice that is in line with spying on your life.
they are arranged so as to be as useless as possible, as annoying as possible, to always get in your way, to always kick you when you're down, to steal and distort the meaning of your experiences, and to always be there. and the entire system is arranged to force you into always having them in your life and always having some relationship with them, and you will begin to get intimidated by cops whenever a day goes by when the pieces of shit have only had a minimal involvement in your life, and also whenever you acknowledge enough of the truth to create psychological defences against the pieces of shit. and an embarassing side-effect of existing, is that there is a need to occasionally care about someone, and to occasionally show kindness or consideration to someone, if only for the sake of your own mentality. and yet there are only the pieces of shit around every corner, and they exploit your every thought and every emotion, and will take advantage of you and use rape upon you if you as much as perceive them, while they are everywhere. they are just a disease, they always tell you what to do, and if you are not on good terms with them, you will be mistreated and they will not allow you to question the world, wherein everyone seems to know who you are, which you must accept as a casual thing.