Be Forewarned, I am a Fey and Quixotic Creative Writer

Be Forewarned, I am a Fey and Quixotic Creative Writer
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Tuesday, July 14, 2015

No, Amy, Men Don't Flirt with You

Disclaimer:  This is a surrealistic interpretation of events in my life.  Some might consider my story fiction. That is fine.

Back in the late 1980's and nineties when ever I had an "Episode"  of  Bipolar disorder, (which was in reality a dose of speed or LSD  by a nefarious secret organization given via the husband) it would be centered around a man.  I took my children for an orthodontist appointment, for instance, (initial visit) and the dentist was flirtatious.  He actually touched the small of my back enroute to the counter to check out.  I became all "speeded up" afterward and hallucinated that he was my Jesus and I was Mary Magdalen.  It was a set up.  My ex husband probably relished the act of drugging me after I was unfaithful in my heart with flirting.  The flirting was a trap, no sincerity in it.

Next comes the fun part.  "No, Amy, no man finds you attractive.  You imagine that these Doctors and Dentists come on to you when they actually have no interest in you.  Your mind makes up the flirtation.  When you act flirtatious towards them, they don't even see it as such." This is was the psychological line the mental medical community fed  me.  What a raft of shit.

  First the doctor knows the score about me(networking and organized crime) and when I come in for the visit he plans to flirt.  Second my husband doses me with speed or LSD to make me act like a nut as punishment.  Third the medical community gives me no credit for my perceptions and fourth, drugs me for the reaction to the drugs my ex gave me....  Bend over Amy take it in the a-- four times.  "Oh Amy!  We just love sticking it to you--We won't believe your story now- so we can do you over number FIVE!"

This was the premise:  Professional men never flirt.  You want the men to flirt with you so you make up the flirtation in your mind, as a faulty interpretation.  Then you go crazy about it.  Actually medical community, I am the victim of a secret society.  Situations are rigged, I respond and  take punishment.  There are people in society, medical community, that enjoy torturing others.  It is part of their ethos.  And medical community?  Some of these members of society are in your medical community.

This scenario was repeated about 3 or 4 times over the years....This is thanks to the secret nefarious organization, which is so close to my heart(sarcasm). I would imagine that they were hoping for me to suicide.  My sister made it a point to tell me about a woman at Keuka college who suicided after a humiliation involving a letter and some misplaced sentiments.  It was typical of me to write a letter when I was enamored with someone.  Luckily, I have always had this feeling that I was in a contest.  Noway no how, losers suicide, not me.  I am a fighter.  I fight with faith as my weapon.

This is me back then, I covered the former husband with a posie.  Looks like I am holding the camera case.  I like the incidental halo. Minor flirtations do not merit the punishment I received.  I have to take medications now, as with out them my neurotransmitters would malfunction due to years on them.

As a tween I was called Marlene after the sex icon Marlene Dietrich, as a woman I was told by professionals that men don't flirt with me.  Go figure
Oh, a medical diagnosis that I did not know reality with men would be a good cover for a covert porn and prostitution establishment.

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