Resilience

Eye glasses and jeans

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Eye glasses and jeans, and again I became tired of having strange people around.

We crave normality. A normal life, normal families, normal friends. A normal life. And as everyone knows, for the last 10 years my life has been far away from anything that means normality.

And I try to live and survive in it, because it is about survival in everything.

And I found that denying the HELL that I live in, but helping others, and enjoying with others their little or big wins by helping them, makes me happy.

It makes me happy that OTHERS, NORMAL PEOPLE with hard lives are free and win in their personal fights, professional fights, or day-to-day fights, with a dirty society and corruption that tries to put NORMAL people down. Because the screwed up and crazy ones always win!

Yesterday was hard because I realized that never ever I would be able to ice skate again! And ice skating for me was a big passion, it made me grounded and relaxed. And it is done!

But to compensate, like “I HATE this body because it gave up on me and lead me to this place and these crazy people,” I walk!

In places and sites where I stopped walking for the last 4 months! And if before these dirty, screwed up streets were so familiar to me, now everything has changed, like even gangs changed the boundaries. Lol, sure they changed them!

But it is not my business, not my problem, and more than anything IT IS NOT MY CORRUPTION!

I kept passing by, smiling and thinking who belongs to whom, and how fast dirty money makes dirty money, and power of course!

And of course EVIL, who else, pushed me to enter a new restaurant! Brand new, only 4 months.

And probably God compensated, by taking away my ability to skate, He gave me instead a much higher sensitivity to people’s vibes.

And if anything sounded like rejection, well that restaurant entrance WAS a REJECTION! By vibes!

But that was not the problem. In fact, it was normal! At how I look, I would reject myself too. Sure, I would not want to talk with myself!

The story started ONLY AFTER it, at the bus station!

When my extensive sensitivity felt someone too close, even at a distance, and too VIBRANT!

I started refusing my own feelings, because I try to live NORMAL, forgetting that IT IS MY NORMALITY.

As some of yours is to buy brand name clothes, others to drink alcohol, others to lie, or chase money, mine is… sensitivity to vibes! And I can’t control it!

It happens… when… I don’t know… why… I don’t know… how… I don’t know… but what I know is that it happens, whether I like it or not, accept it or not. And I realize it just after it happens!

So I turned my head to see where it was coming from.

Close to me, but far enough, was a man, 50–60 years old, tall, skinny, and bald. Nothing to be on vibes!

My subconscious was looking for the vibes, not for the man. He could have looked any way, just parts of who he was had the vibes, not all, not him.

And I needed to know what? My eyes scanned him two, maybe three times…

Face could be fake, baldness could be fake too, ears far from the head…

THE VIBES! I kept looking for the vibes.

And I want you to know that this process is milliseconds and totally subconscious.

Till I realized. It was about his eyeglasses and his jeans.

His eyeglasses had video camera recorders, and his jeans were RIFFLES Indigo – I had and wore them in high school! His shoes were European, probably Otters, extremely good quality leather.

The man was not a fit for a bus station, neither for the place nor the country.

And the man knew me!

Since when did he track me? Before entering the questionable restaurant or after it?

I took the bus in the wrong direction. I sat close to a homeless person, starting a conversation with him to figure out how I could change the route.

I didn’t schedule the exit! Neither could I in my situation! I chose a station and an exit!

My targeter came out too!

I had the confirmation of my supposition! He targeted me! ANOTHER CRAZY!

I don’t know what is happening, and I don’t know why it is happening to me!

Starting with the crazy person across my place, the whole dirty network around, and this daily targeting increased in the last months after my accident, my sensitivity leveled up.

And for sure I never wanted to be in this highly sensitive style. To be like I am is how I was born, and it is a normality for me, and a fun motive for all this circus play for craziness and their dirty networks.

Changed buses and lost him… at least that’s what I thought!

People need freedom and normality. If you target them like you target me, you will destroy humanity!

I wish to get out of this dirty place with crazy people, to have a normal life with normal people, because sincerely I DO NOT CARE about anyone’s craziness, if you stay away and do not mess with me!

So my dear bald, crazy man, keep yourself and your vibes away from me… I try to live free and happy, no dirty games around me, and I try to help normal poor others to live it too. Dirty games are not for me!

Go and ice skate! I can’t!
Go and work, make a business, make money! I can’t!
Enjoy your family, relatives, support your dirty crazy networks! I am alone and i want to be alone without your crazy values and crazy people!!
And NOT interested in any!

Hang with ones like you… but never ever in your life target me!

I pray to always stay the normal me, with my old school values and never to be like them – CRAZY!

And you better be sure who you are and set boundaries VERY CLEAR against any craziness!

Holy Week in Hell: A Nurse’s Cry for Sanity

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By Someone Who’s Just Had Enough

It’s supposed to be Holy Week. A time of reflection. A time of peace.

But all I can think is: Welcome to Hell.

Because that’s what life feels like right now—a never-ending loop of madness, manipulation, and survival in a society that’s lost its mind.

Twisted Roads and Crooked Systems

Every step I take in life—every goal, every dream, every action—gets twisted before I even begin.

I’m not walking a straight path. I’m unraveling knots someone else tied just to block the way.

And it’s never just bad luck. It’s a design. A system.

You know it’s not you.
You feel it when you finally meet normal people.
The kind you can talk to without tension.
Plan a life with.
Laugh with.
Live with.


Until then, it’s Hell.
A place where nothing is normal.
Where madness is reality.

And where evil doesn’t even need a reason to exist.

My Stalker, My Doctor, and the Madness in Between

This week? My stalker followed me. All the way to my doctor’s office.

He’s banned from following me—yet here we are.

Now he just calls. Every single time I speak to my doctor.
And no, it’s not the first time.

How sick do you have to be to not understand boundaries?

Let people live.
Let people heal.

But in this broken society, that level of sickness is just another Tuesday.

Morning Coffee, Tattooed Shadows, and Bad Guys at Sunrise

I tried to have a peaceful morning.

In the neighborhood, we know who’s who.
Even the dealers don’t show up before 9 a.m.

But this morning? I sipped my coffee and saw him.
Black clothes. Tattoos. Too early to be nothing.

If he’s not one of the bad guys, then who the hell is he?

I’m so tired of feeling watched.

Spies and Masterpieces in Disguise

Just when I thought the day had drained me dry, I saw my two spies.

One was a masterpiece.

From the face mask to the posture to the shoes—an art form.
She fooled almost everyone. He gave himself away with the eyes.
Elegant. Precise. Intelligent.
Do they still make spies like this? Or have the robots already taken over?

And the second?

She broke my heart.
I saw her fear.
I saw her brilliance.
In seconds, I watched her build a whole character from scratch—by reading the space, the people, the moment.
Genius in motion.
She wasn’t just working. She was dancing her hair in danger.

Refusing to Dance with the Devil

I could’ve played the game too.

I could’ve twisted back a power play from a local government agency that’s too drunk on its own ego.

But I didn’t.

I chose not to fight stupidity with strength.

Why waste my soul on people who think they’re powerful just because they’ve hijacked a broken system?

I’m a Nurse. I Know What Real Battles Look Like.

There’s always a reason to fight.
And I do.

I fight for lives. I fight for care. I fight for humanity.

That’s it.

Everything else?
TO HELL WITH YOU.

This Holy Week, Wake Up.

Stop letting dirty games become the new normal.

Because every time we let evil play its games, we sacrifice real people.

Genuine lives get destroyed. We’re destroying the goodness of this world because we let madness consider it self “normal”.

This Holy Week, I’m begging you—
STOP the games.
PROTECT people.
CHANGE society.

Narcissism is no freedom

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Every place has a story, but this story is about how narcissism could change a good place, a good society, a good group of people.

Once upon a time existed a DIVERSE community known for its cohesion, empathy, and shared values. But a shadow man changed it all by his manipulative tactics, a narcissistic man.

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This man was a charismatic figure, revered by many for his eloquence, charm, and promises of a brighter future. However, beneath his charismatic facade lay a dark underbelly of manipulation and deceit. From the moment assumed a position of power he set about entrenching himself in the hearts and minds of its members, manipulating their trust and goodwill for his own gain.

Utilizing the tactic of gaslighting, he employed a network of loyal followers—his “flying monkeys”—to spread misinformation, sow discord, and undermine the confidence of those who dared to challenge his authority. Under the guise of progress and unity, he systematically eroded the foundations of trust and solidarity upon which the society had been built.

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Through a carefully orchestrated campaign of gaslighting and manipulation, he sought to isolate dissenters, casting doubt on their motivations and discrediting their voices. Those who dared to question him found themselves ostracized, their concerns dismissed as the ravings of troublemakers or conspirators.

As his influence grew, so too did the rifts within the once-unified society. Friends became foes, neighbors turned against one another, and mistrust spread in the collective consciousness. Yet, amidst the chaos and confusion, the hope remained.

There were those within the society who saw through his machinations, who refused to be moved by his honeyed words or intimidated by his tactics of manipulation. These brave individuals shared commitment to upholding the values of honesty, integrity, and compassion.

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With courage and determination, they confronted him and his flying monkeys, exposing their deceit and manipulation for all to see. Armed with the truth they began to reclaim the narrative of their society, one built on transparency, accountability, and the collective well-being of all its members.

As the truth came to light and the grip of manipulation began to loosen, the society found itself at a crossroads.

Would they succumb to the divisive tactics of the narcissist or would they rise above the shadows of manipulation and reclaim their collective destiny?

It was the strength of their unity, the resilience of their spirit, and the power of their shared values that led the society out of the darkness and into the light. And as they emerged from the shadows of manipulation, they did so with a renewed sense of purpose, determined to build a society founded not on fear and division, but on solidarity, and the dignity of every individual.

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