HoodyWho

CAUTION: EXTREMELY LONG POST…IT’S ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE DAYS.

These thoughts were triggered by being triggered…again…

I had no intentions of having this blog revolve around my trigger happy ‘family’ but everyday there is a new development in the scheme these demons set up to “come to me with the bullsh*t”. (IYKYK). Today was no different. I honestly thought I was going to have a stress free day because I was told this morning that I didn’t need to pick my niece up. She had an after school activity and I told my little sister it would make more sense for the parent to attend. I had an unsettling amount of work today so I was happy to pass the plate of responsibility to the one who should be eating. I got through a good amount of work by the time my little sister texted me, reneging on her decision to step in and play the role she cast herself in. (SS’s below.) I have no idea if my niece made it to the function but at this point I don’t care. The whole thing seemed like an energetically draining set up from the beginning because my little sister told me she was told about this ‘extravaganza' yesterday. She even sent a screenshot from the teacher to prove the point that she had just found out about it. The pushback I received in the screenshots is what is forcing my hand on discussing something I wasn’t going to address on here because I didn’t want to look like the “paranoid schizophrenic” that my twin refers to me as. But…y’all already know I’m ‘crazy’ by now so hear me out.

Over the last 8 months I have gotten some really weird vibes from some of the teachers at my niece’s school. Some strange things have happened in this timeframe and it made me question if some of the faculty are also in on this war against my spirit. The first incident that sparked my suspicion was in December. One of the security guards, who had been trying to get my attention for months but failed to because of the ring I saw on his finger, walked up to my car with his phone pointed directly at my face. He came to ask me a question but he didn’t bend down..he just kept his phone pointed at me. It was uncomfortably weird and after the exchange I sat there trying to figure out what just happened. I’ve spoken about my frustration with surveillance cameras before and his behavior triggered the same anxiety the cameras in my apartment building give me.

In a setting like that, I couldn’t ‘Karen out’ the way I have with my neighbors. So I summoned my petty. While he was looking in my direction…I put my phone up and made it obvious that I was taking a picture of him. That prompted him to walk back over to my car and ask what I was doing. I started recording when he walked up and ignored his question because I wanted to keep the focus on the fact that less than 5 minutes before he had walked up to my car with his phone in my face just to ask me a question he already knew the answer to. He told me he was ‘just on his phone’ which would have made sense if he didn’t keep the phone pointed in my direction while he was trying to engage me in an unnecessary conversation. I told him I was “just on my phone” too when he asked me why I had pointed it in his direction and we went about our day. I told myself I had probably overreacted until the same exact thing happened with one of my nieces coaches the day of the new moon (5/7/24).

Again, I have no idea what happens to people during these moon cycles but that day was filled with ‘foolishness and f*ckery’. I got to the carpool lane early, as usual, but for whatever reason…when the kids were let out…10 minutes went by before my niece was brought out to the car. I have felt a lot of passive aggressive energy from one of the faculty members responsible for bringing the kids to the cars but because I’m not a parent, that is forced to play nice, I ignore her. I’m assuming the lack of attention is what led her to ignore the fact that I was waiting but I was still trying to finish the work from my actual day job so I allowed the time to go by. I eventually got annoyed and texted my little sister asking her to text my niece’s teacher letting her know I was there. A couple minutes later my niece comes to the car. The coach that brought her to the car is one I haven’t really had any issues with…outside of me threatening to call the school board, a while ago, when she had my niece miss practice and sit in the after school program one day without telling us. I think she did this because my little sister didn’t pack clothes for her to practice in but she claimed it was an oversight. Petty passive aggression. I would’ve filed the complaint if they didn’t require my full address…that felt like a setup too.

Either way, when she opened the door to let my niece in I looked back to greet her with a ‘hey pretty face’ like I always do and noticed that the coach was recording a video. The way her phone was positioned in her hand showed the front of her screen when she reached in the car but my niece kept blocking the view because she’s perfected making a dramatic entrance to her seat. She got in the way of the phone right when I saw it was on video mode and after that I looked forward, waiting for the coach to close the door. It would have made sense to ask her if she was recording but it would have also made me look like a paranoid lunatic for accusing a 2nd faculty member of caring enough about me to press record. So I drove off trying to figure out what was happening…again. Fast forward to the next day and all of a sudden there is a school function in a cafeteria filled with cameras that my little sister is magically unable to attend. Being recorded gives me fear and anxiety…I don’t know why it just does. I also don’t know what benefit anyone would get from recording me outside of a desire to induce that fear. But I do know fear lowers vibrations and I know demonic spirits are able to spiritually attack in environments like this.

If I have lost anyone with this post…please remind yourself that I’m ‘bipolar’ and go about your business after energetically sending me your sarcastic sympathy for my wayward thought process. At this point, I am less concerned with how I will be viewed and more inquisitive about who I am. Because weird things like this keep happening and I can’t imagine that this amount of energetic effort would be wasted on just anybody. My twin telling me “I’ll never be the chosen one” has been playing in my head all day and now I really want to know who tf am I?

Love,

Choosy