Okay, so, quickly. Great day. Zero symptoms at all. Great. Guy upstairs I met on the vator I had helped find a cycling item he needed. No biggie
He texts. Cannot get new saddle on his fancy Peloton bike. I head up and we sort it. Takes like, an hour. Super nice guy.

Adidas executive. Signs young talent. We chatted
So nice. Says he is 25. I encouraged him to work hard and ask for what he deserves based on his value to the company. Stuff I know about.

I get home. Googling around. Quickly checked his college scoring avg for giggles. Turns out, checkimg 2 sources, he is 26--not 25.

Step outside. Thinking about a new place to live next door. Blond gal walks by, totally hiding her face. Dark. Not totally the superest place for an alone, cute gal to be after dark. Bit odd. I look at my maybe new place. She meanders sorta aimlessly and just seems to be continually walking past or near me for like, zero reason.

So. Faithfully reporting this. As we know, my threat assessment system is permanently broken.
I do have PTSD from actual, fully documented police abuse. That did actually happen. I do have names, identities, vehicle tags, and 100 more or so pages of factual documentation of that.

But. That was 2010-2012. I am a law abiding person. No possible legit cause for me to be looked at. Zippo. But police here are already in an agreement with the USDOJ for excessive force use against mentally ill persons. Fact. Right now.

So, broken threat system, some weirdness tonight, and I am triggered and now symptomatic with PTSD stuff from 8 yrs ago. Guess just being paranoid maybe. But living here, where bipolar people are shot and squished to death by police, who are never prosecuted, it can be a scary place for us to live. Spooky. Noone cares if we are tortured or murdered by police. Noone.

Gonna go meditate. Hugs.