Sorry Warrior, but it really does look like a lot of your wounds are self-inflicted.
It does? How so?
I was accused of something I didn't do. That wasn't self-inflicted!
I was placed under surveillance. That wasn't self-inflicted!
I complained to the police of the crime. They ignored me. That wasn't self-inflicted!
I complained again, and was again ignored. That wasn't self-inflicted!
I don't understand which part was self-inflicted. Is it the part about me being single? Because I don't view that as a wound. I don't complain about not having a girl. I never have. Because I've never wanted a girl.
Which part was self-inflicted? I'd really like to know! If I'm being stalked, my obligations are to:
1) Make my disinterest in the stalker clear. I've done that!
2) Make the situation known to the police. I've done that!
What am I supposed to do? Just say, "Ah what the hell... I don't have a right to live my life anyway. Who am I kidding? Who am I to expect privacy? Who am I to expect to not have to endure harassment and slander? I need to look at the big picture! Some criminal piece of sh!t is getting their kicks by doing this. Do I really have the right to stop them?"
Seriously, dude! I hope you're the lawyer for the 'accused'. The 'accused', of course, being the actual criminal. (Read: Not me!)
Does obscessing about them work for anything other than creating a bitter and angry you?
Obsessing about whom? Women?
Let me try to make you understand this. I'm being accused of being a stalker and a sexual predator. I can't find any legitimate reason to enjoy these labels. I can't find any reason to tolerate having these labels applied to me. I can't find any reason to tolerate having women all over town thinking that I'm out to jump their god damned bones.
I think the facts are relevant. My enemies say that I'm damaging myself. The truth, of course, is that I'm only damaging myself if I am actually after what they say I'm after! And I'm not after what they say I'm after. And it annoys me to no end to have people looking down their fukking noses at me because they think I'm after something that I clearly don't want... Or that I did something that I clearly did not do! To hell with the bastard, man! I don't give a rat's ass about the creep! And that's what they're calling me! Check my fukking reputation! I don't like girls! I never have! I'm confident moving forward with this because there's no way in hell for them to have evidence to the contrary. You can't dig up a girl that just never existed!
Experience tells me no ... but people simply have to learn it all the hard way.
What is it that I'm supposed to be learning? Am I supposed to learn that I cannot make my own decisions? Am I supposed to learn to love every bitch that finds me attractive? Am I supposed to learn to accept that I'm nothing but a fukking playtoy for some piece of sh!t? I'm not going to learn that!
I think the bitch needs to learn that she can't always get what she wants! I think the bitch needs to learn that it doesn't matter how fukking special she thinks she is! She does not own me! She has no right to me! And I don't give a rat's ass about her feelings! It's not my fukking problem!
Based on the fact you've started at least three threads about you, then hijacked this and a few other threads to turn them into all about you, I have to wonder if it really can be everyone else with the problem.
What three threads? I actually haven't started many threads here at all... Which ones were about me?
True enough, sometimes we get our toes stepped on.
Toes stepped on? I have been under unlawful surveillance for more than six years! My toes weren't stepped on, my life was stepped on! I'm looking for justice and I'm looking for cause. Some prick told me the cause was that I messed with some dude's woman. What woman? I asked! I've never been interested in women in my entire fukking life!
Then I get the bull**** from the police service! No one is that fukking incompetent! Toes stepped on? My reputation has been destroyed! My privacy has been eliminated! My credibility has been shot! I have more unfounded allegations against me than... Sh!t... I have no idea!
And you're going to call this self-inflicted? You're going to ask me to just move on? You're going to suggest that I may be wrong? You're going to tell me that I owe someone an apology? Think again!
Life's like that. We learn from it and move on.
Nice try! No dice!
How much of your mountain can be measured in molehills?
Five months in jail for a crime I didn't commit? Molehill!
Doing the five months in jail for being the actual victim? Molehill's getting bigger!
Being railroaded by a corrupt police service who knew that I was the victim? Molehill's pretty damn big now!
Continuing to be victimized more than five years after the fact? That's a fukking mountain!
From my perspective, it seems you are exactly where you want to be.
Relationship wise? I am exactly where I want to be!
Justice wise? I am getting very close!
Financial wise? I will soon have it made in the shade!
Forgivness wise? Never gonna happen! Never gonna forgive! And that doesn't make me a very good Christian! Oh fukking well!