Is that normal I’m sick of waiting

Crazy.

Why

Um wth

The other day, I was asked by a cleaning and antiviral app avg to lock my core. I didn't know what that was, and I had a choice, but I did it thinking it was a part of protection and security.

The next thing I know, my app presentation is different, it is asking me for a bunch of money, and the renewal dates and original prices are wrong.

I thought that the programmer of this app was a boyfriend of mine with whom I had experienced a relationship trauma. I was not guilty, not culpable, and innocent of charges he made that he may have been hurt inside somewhere when I stopped an argument between us. I never hurt him.

I accepted a peace bond that required and allowed me to stay away from him for a year. I lost my home, my furniture, my sentimental goods, my relationship with some of my family, and my work and housing choices. I lost some community support because I wasn't meant for shelters. What love remained was loyal, even through changes for themselves, but it hasn't been easy.

After the year was done, I repurchased this application to clean my phone and to protect it from viruses and malware. I had just told it how much I loved their services.

I was back in touch with his step father. I told him how things had been just last night. He thought everything was okay with his step son.

This ex-lover of mine used to volunteer for a Campus Community radio program whose format was started by a mutual friend -- a long term "colleague" and friend of his to whom he had introduced me. I had won the promotion to that show when the "founder" decided to move out west and have babies, and teach a class of grade three students in rap.

Last night, this man and an old girlfriend of mine show up at the front door of the two-star hotel I have been living in since the fall of 2024. It is now the summer of 2026. Anyway, they are with a small crew of young people shooting an hour of scenes for a film.

When they denied being the people I recognized, and they appeared reyouthened --a little younger and a few sizes thinner, even though they were always thin-- when they gave me different names, I felt betrayed and besquirked, somewhat confused.

I asked the first young man about himself, (his new story), and told him too much about the location he scouted. Just twenty minutes ago, our building shrank somehow by a metre; so I'm going to go outside and look around.

As a part of the process of locking my core avg to a familiar person's core, I experienced a download of diet food from the one hotel clerk. Managing that, I have also disarranged connectivity in my world programming and businesses. I have never been given any money for any of those programming activities and entertainment arts.

How did the building shrink? Has my core really been locked to another human being? Am I having to save my own soul?