Is it me or are people batshit crazy?
I've been living in my current residence for about 8 years. I have a neighbor that only recently lost custody of their two youngest children to the Child Protection Agency. They were shooting pornography in their house while their children were at home.
Now, going deeper down the rabbit hole the husband of the wife that is shared between a neo-Nazi and himself is quite bluntly put psychopathic. Both the wife and the husband are psychopathic, actually. He also has 2-3 wives in some polygamist fashion. I know for a fact that he works for the pornography industry. I have been carefully observing the psychopath and neo-Nazi neighbors and analyzing them. I have been in contact with my two friendly next door neighbors about this situation.
Ok, so, after realizing all the above some 4 years ago, I decided to (unfortunately) get myself involved in this situation out of a sense of care for the 4 kids that the psychopath neighbor has and as mentioned started raising awareness about the situation to the two friendly neighbors, which eventually led to the psychopathic neighbor losing custody over their two youngest children.
And, here is the source of my suffering, these batshit crazy people blame me for their inability to raise their kids, whilst I assumed that responsibility in some manner or form. They've been harassing me for the past 4 years relentlessly and mercilessly. It's been torture; but, I get free entertainment every night because the unmedicated rapid cycling, nearly psychotic bi-polar wife has insomnia and keeps me up at night due to my own issues with anxiety. I am not making this up, as much as I wish it was so.
Now, this whole experience has been infinitely painful and a complete pain in the ass. I am quite afraid of ever involving myself in any human affairs due to getting third-degree burns from this experience. So, what's the proper response to all this as there doesn't seem to be a happy ending to this story?
Now, going deeper down the rabbit hole the husband of the wife that is shared between a neo-Nazi and himself is quite bluntly put psychopathic. Both the wife and the husband are psychopathic, actually. He also has 2-3 wives in some polygamist fashion. I know for a fact that he works for the pornography industry. I have been carefully observing the psychopath and neo-Nazi neighbors and analyzing them. I have been in contact with my two friendly next door neighbors about this situation.
Ok, so, after realizing all the above some 4 years ago, I decided to (unfortunately) get myself involved in this situation out of a sense of care for the 4 kids that the psychopath neighbor has and as mentioned started raising awareness about the situation to the two friendly neighbors, which eventually led to the psychopathic neighbor losing custody over their two youngest children.
And, here is the source of my suffering, these batshit crazy people blame me for their inability to raise their kids, whilst I assumed that responsibility in some manner or form. They've been harassing me for the past 4 years relentlessly and mercilessly. It's been torture; but, I get free entertainment every night because the unmedicated rapid cycling, nearly psychotic bi-polar wife has insomnia and keeps me up at night due to my own issues with anxiety. I am not making this up, as much as I wish it was so.
Now, this whole experience has been infinitely painful and a complete pain in the ass. I am quite afraid of ever involving myself in any human affairs due to getting third-degree burns from this experience. So, what's the proper response to all this as there doesn't seem to be a happy ending to this story?
Comments (14)
Respect to you. You did the honourable thing. It would be nice if that always resulted in a reward, but if it did, it would no longer be honourable. All you can do now is let law enforcement take care of any harassment that goes over the line. Or move.
I wish I could move but I really am stuck here.
I don't know what else to say about it. I think you did the right thing. And sometimes that's hard. But I expect you'll eventually get through it and not regret it.
If they're giving you shit, throw rocks at them or something. I dunno.
Yes, and if that fails, rocks.
Yeah, it's not even funny anymore. And, they beat me to it, they threw rocks at my house already.
Well, one thing I have learned is that most people ought not be trusted.
Preemptive strike them with the best that you've got. Throw rocks, throw your own feaces, throw your little old nan if you have to. Can you get hold of frag grenades?
They've been harassing me since I moved into my house. It's insane. I don't even know what to say.
Life is full of trouble. We all end up in it. There's literally a sort of river of shit outside of the building to my apartment, not far from my ground floor apartment. The outside of the building smells like raw sewage. I think I'm going to get fired from my job soon because I'm too incompetent and it's very difficult for me to change my behaviour, because, in part, of what I suspect are some undiagnosed health issues I have. And that's not even the half of it! What else can we do but try to cope as best we can?
I have withdrawn from society. I haven't left my house to go anywhere in almost a month. I plan to work online and read my books in my small room. This all sounds pessimistic and depressing; but, I'm happy that I found my way in life.
To be honest, I've become a misanthropic cynic. But, who's judging me?
I don't eat or sleep properly - I haven't eaten all day until just now, for instance - I have terrible memory, and I often act like a sociopath or someone with Asperger's. There are some basic day-to-day stuff that I've just stopped doing, which leads to problems. I'm not communicating with people in my life as I'm expected to. I'm barely coping. All of this is causing big problems for me. I'm not entirely sure what's wrong with me. It's obviously something, even if it doesn't have a name like you get with a mental disorder. Some of this sociopath stuff fits. I got my job through superficial charm, and I use it on customers, but the people I work with have clocked on that I'm a robot, and they expect me to be like them all of the time and not stand there being unsociable, which is difficult and draining. My job requires me to be an actor on different levels almost at all times.
But there's always a bright side, I suppose. This pizza I'm eating right now tastes good.
There's hope. Try some MDMA assisted psychotherapy. It can rewire your limbic system to your prefrontal cortex. It is the latest and greatest for possible sociopathy.