Panic setting in and distrust
of anything within the next forty or so feet. My mind is racing, and I may have
been the one to set the flag on fire. I am only in the public library and I can
see that asking any questions will get me no answer. The most I can see now is
that my time is limited with the guest password and not seeing any options makes
me want to end my session early. My time on the computer is done and I have
come very near to wetting myself but not because of fear but because of holding
the bathroom so that I can get my work done. When I get up to leave the relief
my bladder feels is satisfying and after all these years I know that as soon as
I enter the mens room I will be overwhelmed with the urge to piss my pants. “Why
is that?” I wonder. “Why is what?” a stranger responds, mistakenly I have
spoken out loud and am in too much of a hurry to find a way to ignore whoever
it was that spoke to me. I let the bathroom do the talking and after a small
bout of sanitizing myself I head out into the winter air. I thankfully did not
pee on myself and must think of my next task. My creeping irritation sets in
and I wonder when will my relief come. I do not enjoy conversation with others
but I prefer to not have to spend time near whoever it is that does whatever it
is that annoys me. I settle for my Mp3 player, the noise around me turns into
songs that are familiar. The familiar sounds of music are blended in with the
curses from whichever demon is following me. I do not carefully plan my steps
but I let the air carry me into a direction. I think it is more like momentum,
I can feel the sway of emotion which tells me the direction I should follow. I
am used to being able to sense them and know that too much witchcraft is at
play for me to rely on my senses. I head in the direction of home.
I think that I have never
had my body snatched before. When I think what it may feel like I do not feel
sorry for those that are unaware of this “phenomenon” I never have left my body,
and I focus on this thought hard enough that this will not become a chant. I
think of what my relief may bring me, and it sounds like normal conversation
with a woman. I do not care to let others into my battle and I feel that the
competition may feel the same.
My muscles feel slightly tense and I think
about how good my health could be. Could be as in that I am irritated about my
passwords, I do not like where my mind drifts to and I keep muttering out loud more
than I would usually. My health may not be as much of a concern for a body
snatcher. I figured that whoever snatches my body may not be the lucky one. My
new worry has become my routines, women, and passwords. I do not really care
for witchcraft at least not until I can figure out where google has sent my
life. Thousands of times have I created the same password and thousands of time
have I forgotten it. I think that whoever does it (body snatches) will probably
be the same person who steals my passwords.
My walk is almost near
completion and I may go out tonight so that I can at least see a women. I feel
that the body snatchers can wait or they can join me for a drink.
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