Jesus F Christ!

I get a new phone, which I need for some official business, set up a new gmail address for it and about 30 minutes later, maybe even less, receive the message “that text was charged from your credit” (I did not send a text and I noticed that almost all my call credit was used up at that point, which I had only just bought at Tesco across the street), a warning from gmail that my recovery phone has been changed – I didn’t even have a recovery number yet – and find that that new google address has already been hacked because I can no longer log in.

Should I mention that I heard my neighbour rummage around a lot under my office, earlier?

Goddammit, you piece of shit.

Unless that phone had already been hacked one way or another as it came in purple packaging and with candy. And I couldn’t use a new SIM in it, had to use one of my existing SIMS. The latter indicates that the hacking was done by my immediate downstairs neighbour. As usual.

On my other phone, I got a sudden message about all my e-mails being translated. No idea where it came from. Can’t find it anywhere. A popup.

But hey, this is England, where literally anything goes.

There is literally nothing I can do about this right now. If we weren’t in a pandemic, I could go set up my phone anywhere else, free from any hacking by neighbours, but we are. So there is nothing I can do. You don’t go sit on a park bench to set up your phone in cold weather. And where else can you go, at the moment?

If it was not my neighbour – but so far, it’s always been him – then I got targeted by an Amazon seller who thought that I would use that phone for banking. Nope. And if that was the case, then maybe he got ticked off by that, and then decided to hack my new e-mail address and use up my call credit.

But my bet is on my immediate downstairs neighbour. The whole thing simply has that flavour… including another phone suddenly being much more expensive and then this one popping up on the screen.

Maybe the idea was to teach me a lesson? But the actual lesson in this is a very different one, and it’s one for them, one that they are too dim to get. I’ve given up on telling them. I gave up years ago.

Okay, okay, okay, I get it. I do. Or at least I think that maybe I do now.

Here we may have an example of someone who is autistic genuinely wanting to help me and having no idea of how his help can come across on others.

Einstein apparently once said that we have a choice to make about whether we believe we live in a hostile world or a friendly world. I have no idea what that was about – nuclear weapons perhaps – but it is certainly true to a large degree with regard to neurodiversity. 

Sometimes, you have the choice between believing that someone has good intentions – which can come across as being naive but also helps protect your physical health – or believing that someone wants to harm you. It can make a big difference for what happens next.

Of course, someone with good intentions – but limited experience or tunnel vision – can still do a lot of damage.

I happen to have a neat example of what I mean. When I was a toddler, I once helpfully pulled out all the carrots in the garden because I had seen the adults pull out weeds and didn’t know the difference between carrots and weeds. 

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