You Know Your Paranoid When...

[scout86]

But it COULD be a tiger! :cautious:

 

[Friday]

Could be "distracting" is too much fun sometimes. "A bright shiny object" so to speak?

ROFL... Nah.... Not that kind of distracting! That's just good fun. :D Or, you know, life saving. "Oh look! A chicken!" Is freaking useful when it's "Oh look! A sniper!"

As usual, @Cashew has a hole in one. ((I am copying that & saving it!!!)) LOL, feel free to camp out in my brain whenever :happy:

You work with horses... You flat out know by rote, written on your bones and singing in your blood... all the subtle signs that one is about to lose his shit; ears pinned, nostrils flaring, skin rippling, muscles just this side of gathering... Even if he's standing perfectly still. By "gets distracting" meaning that your hypervig is so intent on brooms sweeping, and dust motes falling, and Mosquitos farting on the other side of the barn... that you don't even notice the horse in front of you is high strung, much less about to completely freak the f*ck out.

That kind of distracting. Where, instead of noticing something is wrong, from stalls and stalls away... That you walk right up to it and still don't see it, for all the minutiae that doesn't matter crowding its way in.

What normal people consider distracting? <grin> That's life! Fun & adventure & useful things like not dying.

Horrifying thought: What if what I consider distracting is like being normal? Ick. Ugh. Gross. Get it away!!! Make it stop!

 

[Ronin]

Topically, when you're pissed off oh, look, sniper!, fun is miles away from you, and all the close one is just kinds that bore you.

Also: When you don't score paranoia on people's tests, because that's not shit that makes you paranoid. Real conspiracies aren't fun but are just life, but f*ck sake, how far can go an unpaid bill, can't you send me a death squad instead???

 

[scout86]

meaning that your hypervig is so intent on brooms sweeping, and dust motes falling,

Oh.........THAT kind of "distracted"...... I don't do that much, but I see what you mean.

That you walk right up to it and still don't see it, for all the minutiae that doesn't matter crowding its way in.

OK, you know what? I don't do it much with horses. Maybe I do it a bit more with people? Because I don't always "get" the signals? Because my version of reality is a bit different than "most people's"? Although my T tells me I'm actually very good at picking up the energy of a situation. I just don't always know what to do with it, and then I assume I'm "wrong" and that doesn't always work so well.

I've been kind of wondering what "normal" is. I mean, there might be something useful about it, right? I really don't know any other way to "be" than the way I am, but I'd be willing to consider the possibilities, if I knew what they are.

 

[Neverthesame]

I am sorry I missed out on this discussion, as some very excellent points were made. But this whole situation has been doing my head in.

Until last week.

I figured out what was going on, who was lobbing dirty diapers over my fence, and why.

So, I am actually somewhat embarrassed to mention the lengths I went to, in effort to catch the diaper mortar person.
But, here goes.

After the last comment I left on this thread. I waited for the next weekend, between the hours of 2100-0000hrs (the time frame I believed was when the person was doing this). Donning an old green BDU, I did up some camo paint for my face, went out and hid in the yard. (yeah... I know...)

The first night was a bust, besides the fact that it was raining (that was pleasant, I like rain. I also dressed for it, so I was warm and dry despite being out in it for over an hour), a rather pesky police helicopter was doing regular patrols overhead.

Note on the police chopper: I know the thing is useful, that despite the rain the front mounted FLIR makes it ideal for reconnaissance above the cloud base, that it prevents crime, they bought the quietest one available, etc, etc. While what I was doing wasn't illegal. It probably would look rather suspicious. My intent was strictly surveillance, I was unarmed. But I can't convey that to a helicopter from the ground. Not to mention they were likely scaring off the person who I was trying to catch in the act. So for this reason, it was a pain in my ass.

I also didn't want to have to explain to a ground unit why I was done up like a commando in my backyard... Lol. So I had to keep breaking cover to get under something solid. After an hour or so of this I gave up.

Few days later, I was back at it again. Nothing. Damn.

I waited for another week, in that time I didn't get another diaper. I began thinking that maybe I had been seen, spooked the person, or they were just bored of it. Either way, I was ok with that.

The following week, I get another diaper. DAMMIT! Only this time it came during the day... Steam was was coming out my ears now.

Couple days later, another one. Totally different time of day again. I am seriously f*cked off now. As were the upstairs people, (I have a basement suite).

Upstairs guy, has a theory. The person who lives across the back lane, has a couple of small children. The only problem with the theory was that we couldn't think of any reason why this guy would have taken a set against us. Nor did he seem unfriendly or hostile. Just a guy, wife and kids.

Couple days later, happened again. Upstairs people have had enough. I was at work. This is what they told me.

Upstairs people (older couple), went across the way to the neighbours place, knocked on the door, explained what has been happening and if they knew why it was happening.

Neighbour guy, calls his 4 year old son to the door. Apparently the little boys help-with-his-sibling-job, was to take his little sister's diaper out to the rubbish bin behind their house (in the alley), then put it in the bin. Whenever the parents changed the baby.

For some reason (in logic that probably only makes sense to a 4 year old). He found it easier to keep walking, past his bin. Then chuck the diaper over my fence. LMAO!!

I guess the little guy, starting crying his eyes out, was scolded by his parents, who profusely apologised for what was happening. Problem solved.

I am staggered. I was foiled by a 4 year old boy. All the stress, freaking out, trying to figure out who and why this was happening.

I actually hid out in the f*cking rain, in camo paint. Oh my God! Lmao.

A little boy! BWA! HAHA! :wideeyed::roflmao::hilarious:

I will be laughing about this one for a while.

Kids these days, I tell ya'.

You know your paranoid when... :facepalm::p

 

[scout86]

Great story with some great images in it! I wish I could like that post a couple hundred times!!!!