asswipe hacker(s)/stalker(s) were at it again, I left the place this evening. I mean, what on earth could I still do? Kill myself on the spot, or what?
I had intended to spend the night on a bench because I am sick of this vicious destructive shit in my own home. But I decided that the
asswipe person in question is not worth getting that cold over and went on a walk instead. (That’s allowed as it counts as exercise for me and I don’t think that anyone came as close as within 5 metres of me.)
Right after that, I spotted a guy who was behaving very oddly. He was on the lookout for something. But what? He suddenly started walking, then spotted me and veered toward me to as if to check something or test something. My response? My age? My bag?
So I kept my eyes on him and fucking hell, he was following a woman, so I stayed on his tail. He kept looking behind him, too.
At some point, I saw him cross the road and I thought that that was the end of it and I slowed down, but no, he was merely taking a detour, so I sped up again.
As I came closer, I saw that there was a police car there with four officers standing around it, scratching their balls, as usual. So that was likely why the guy had crossed the road.
I kept on his tail, but by then I was too far behind and I lost both him and the woman after they went around a corner. I looked around for a while and listened for screams and the like, but saw and heard nothing that was off.
I initially thought that the danger was sexual assault but it could as well have been robbery. Or both.
Very few people around right now. Makes it easier to corner someone with nobody noticing.
I did spot a burglary on my way back (of the local LibDem office), but hey, burglary? That is 100% okay in Portsmouth. You’re a villain if you dare report a break-in.
Women, be alert! Because you have to fend for yourself. Nobody will come to your aid. Nobody will stand up for you. That’s just how it is.
With so many people losing their income, there have to be quite a few desperate people out there, but circumstances like this lockdown can also encourage more sinister elements, of course.
(I was still fuming over the hacking incident when I came home. I don’t like being messed with in my own home. It makes me feel violated – stepped on – and not safe.)