Gloomy
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Two weeks ago I went outside by myself for the first time in years. When I got home there was a notice on the door saying road work was going to be started and it would be a five month project. Yesterday I built up the courage to go outside again. This was a terrible mistake.
Yesterday I had my fears of going outside confirmed. I just walked a little down the street and came back home. There has been road work on my street so I was curious to see what they have been doing. So anyways I had my short walk and came back home. I was feeling good after doing that. Got on the internet for a while then went downstairs to exercise. When I finished I came upstairs and saw my mother talking with somebody on the front porch. This made me nervous and for good reason.
When my mother finished speaking with the man outside she came and related his tale to me. Apparently there was a suspicous person outside earlier who was walking down the street and was peeking in people's windows. Oddly this person appearance and activities matched my own, except for the window peeking part.
What happened is I have an old neighbor who just had a hip replacement who spends his time staring spying on his neighbors while he is recuperating. He apparenlty did not like the way I looked so he invented this story of me and he spread this rumour to others. One neighbor called the police and luckily then proceeded to come to our house to tell my mother the latest gossip.
My mother isn't very bright so she did not recognize the character in the story as being me but when she told me I immediatley recognized him as being me. My mother went over and explained to him what happened so police involvement was able to be halted. I hope. The paranoid old cripple hasn't been confronted yet. My mother said I should go over there and introduce myself to him. That's not going to happen.
So this is what happens when I go outside. My worst fears come true. What was I thinking coming out of my pit of gloom. My place is inside, hidden and miserable. I have no right to go outside and be happy.
I think the paranoid crippled coot needs to find a new hobby. Maybe he should watch movies. I would suggest watching Rear Window. As for me I'm just fucked. There is no stopping a rumour. I will forever be known as the neighborhood pervert. People will watch me if I ever go out again. The adults shall shun me and the children shall harass me.
Sorry for the long post.
Yesterday I had my fears of going outside confirmed. I just walked a little down the street and came back home. There has been road work on my street so I was curious to see what they have been doing. So anyways I had my short walk and came back home. I was feeling good after doing that. Got on the internet for a while then went downstairs to exercise. When I finished I came upstairs and saw my mother talking with somebody on the front porch. This made me nervous and for good reason.
When my mother finished speaking with the man outside she came and related his tale to me. Apparently there was a suspicous person outside earlier who was walking down the street and was peeking in people's windows. Oddly this person appearance and activities matched my own, except for the window peeking part.
What happened is I have an old neighbor who just had a hip replacement who spends his time staring spying on his neighbors while he is recuperating. He apparenlty did not like the way I looked so he invented this story of me and he spread this rumour to others. One neighbor called the police and luckily then proceeded to come to our house to tell my mother the latest gossip.
My mother isn't very bright so she did not recognize the character in the story as being me but when she told me I immediatley recognized him as being me. My mother went over and explained to him what happened so police involvement was able to be halted. I hope. The paranoid old cripple hasn't been confronted yet. My mother said I should go over there and introduce myself to him. That's not going to happen.
So this is what happens when I go outside. My worst fears come true. What was I thinking coming out of my pit of gloom. My place is inside, hidden and miserable. I have no right to go outside and be happy.
I think the paranoid crippled coot needs to find a new hobby. Maybe he should watch movies. I would suggest watching Rear Window. As for me I'm just fucked. There is no stopping a rumour. I will forever be known as the neighborhood pervert. People will watch me if I ever go out again. The adults shall shun me and the children shall harass me.
Sorry for the long post.
