{∅, {∅}, {∅, {∅}}} : Rage Against the Meat Grinder

Lately I have been getting a taste of what Holden may have experienced on a regular basis.  Certain personalities seem to wish to provoke fear, drain energies, distract from focusing on Inner Life, and entangle you in some kind of trouble, even if simply mental anguish.    I had been able to avoid such toxicity for several years, but one does not live in a vacuum.  Sometimes you can't avoid conflicts with those who target you for harassment, thinking you are a soft easy mark.   The world is a jail-house insane asylum zoo where we are hunted and preyed upon by our fellow inmates.

The thing is ... I wish to stand up for myself.   Why would a female bully (with a male side-kick) target a man (push buttons, jail-yard friend/enemy back-and-firth, and yet there is supposedly an ancient art, something of a Psychic Karate, where one is trained to resist "thoughtless emotive reactions" to an opponent's psychic attacks, be they lies, slander, false accusations, and basically rattling your cage.   I would think such a tactic would be ideal when targeted for harassment by a psychological abusive woman.

How does one harness one's energies and not give into the toxic manipulations of the sociopaths in our day to day monkey-spheres?  There are those who have had so many altercations with others that alarms must go off in the head at the first sign one is being lured into a stress-inducing entanglement with a pathological liar out to extort some kind of gain from you - at the expense of your sanity, of course.

If someone is very gruff and rough around the edges, and their intuitive grasp of fractions, weights, and measurements is faulty, sometimes they forget their own ignorance and attempt to physically bully someone into accept THEIR BLOCKHEADED perceptions over measurable, quantifiable reality. 

Blockhead is the word.  Thank you Schopenhauer for that one.  It is the sociopathic blockheads who cause me the most grief and stress.  It's been this way throughout my life, as though in some kind of Eternal Zoo, where there is always at least one, but too often many more than one, sociopaths.   For whatever reason, when ignorance is mixed with a mean spirit, the result is that a victim may be bullied into bargaining with a dangerous blockhead who will openly lie and then threaten consequences if YOU refuse to validate THEIR lie.

basic everyday life in the confederacy of dunces ...

- Signing off,
Renegade disguised as Village Idiot, abused by female ruffians wherever I go --- Helga the Horrible and her band of Gotham City underground government sociopaths groomed in their jails and psychiatric "Treatment Centers" (for Behavioral Health issues) --- they have their pick for career-minded ex-convict gorts with pleasant looks who might make great professional counselors for the ever-growing pandemic of disgruntled and disaffected youth flooding our societies of highways and malls.

Is there a real secret army of demonic personalities whose sole purpose is to torment us, as order from On High?   No, that would be paranoia.  I want to crawl into an underground bunker and study math and computing.

These scenarios of comic horror were hinted at in the film, Henry Fool, where Simon could not help attracting violent reactions to his aura from the delinquents of his monkey-sphere.    It may be the exact theme Dostoevski (y?) touches upon in The Idiot (Prince Myshkin gets bullied in a manner many of us are painfully familiar with, by murderous thugs and drunken thick-boned frustrated vag-inas). 

Especially out West in the Seattle area, I felt in need of a Force Field to protect me from what I could only make out to be Extreme Hatred Toward whatever it is that is "me."   Stranger rhymes with Danger.

- an honest man is always in trouble

I wish one prayer would work its spell:  I shall not want.

And yet, when I want, I become vulnerable.  And - really, how does one command oneself not to want?

I see how other people can attempt to wreak havoc in your rational-emotive wiring simply to see you placed in a situation, such as psychiatric evaluation.  They can tell outright lies, or simply assassinate your character, your "public persona."   I wish it were all delusional, but their pathological delusions influence the world around them.