My Mental History.

And, you know, if that court says I harmed myself, because one of those clinics or doctors neglected me or lied to me, I will start copying and pasting. I copy and paste all the time now, as I submit all my legal arguments to various people and organizations. And that is what I might start doing some day with those people. Copying and pasting, over and over and over again, as I submit and re-submit my legal arguments. Legal arguments, when someone claims I harmed myself, when really it was one of those people who caused the harm, by lying to me and neglecting me. Yes.

 

I now realize, since at least HS, my doctors have been lying to me. Outright lying to me, and often. It started with the akathisia from the Haldol in November and December, 1984. It was very bad. And that Haldol turned me into a virtual invalid. My pediatrician knew all about it. I still don't know all about that. Because he would have had have been in constant communication with my psychiatrist at the time, and this was before the age of the internet. But I guess he was. As far as I knew at the time, the last they met was when they practiced medicine together as recent medical school graduates. But my pediatrician knew all about the Haldol and the akathisia. But he still played along. I knew it was bad, and it was turning me into a virtual invalid. But he still didn't say or do anything. And he said I had chronic fatigue syndrome. And he kept saying that well into the next year. I never had chronic fatigue syndrome and he knew it. That was a total lie. He used to do a blood test for the Epstein–Barr virus every time I came to his office. Then he'd come back and say he found some of the virus in my blood. Or sometimes he said he found little or none, who knows why that time. He was lying to me each time. There was never any Epstein–Barr virus in my blood, because I never had that disease ever in my life.

And now it's strange. My urine has a strong, stale odor to it. I just started noticing it a lot more recently. My doctor did a test and said he found no infection. It's probably nothing he said. Maybe my urine is just stale from being my bladder so long. I just don't think that is correct. None of that checks out with the facts as I know it. It think my doctors are keeping something else from me with that symptom, and maybe everyone else too. But what? Is it something I should be treated for now? Like the way they should have started treatment right away for my Type II Diabetes and neuropathy in my feet, as soon as I had hair loss on the bottoms of my legs. Which was a very long time ago now. I just don't know. I have to trust my doctors I guess. Up till a point because I have no choice. But I am not letting them put me in group home or an old age home. I'd lose all medical consent there. And I'd be at the mercy of whatever reckless thing they, my legal guardian and that court is doing at that moment. And I am not being put in patient for a suicide attempt ever again. Hopefully that will never happen again. But I am not playing along with that at all either. My two suicide attempt was their fault and their fault alone. Along with everyone else in my life. No, no. And when I was put in patient for psychiatric care in 2004, instead of trying to help me, they instead started plying me for more information. Even though they sure knew what they were doing. I'm not letting that happen again. And I am carefully taking notes. Starting now with the urine thing. So I can always tell people what is going on. Even if they don't even know.

 

And I think someone is slipping some medicine. Maybe into another medicine I am taking. Or maybe some place else. I don't know. But if I've learned one thing, when I suspect something, it's usually true. I thought that boy in the 8th grade knew I was thinking about him. He did know, because someone must have told him. I still don't know how or why. And it's strange. But in 1992, when my hands became immovably dry, I wondered if someone wasn't slipping something. I wasn't taking any medicines then. But maybe my food or somewhere else. Is there a drug that you could take that would make just your hands dry? I'm not a doctor, so I wouldn't know. But that is what I suspected then. As far as how they knew that I had anxiety the night of February 8, 1992 that the dryness would crawl up my fingers, use your imagination. Mind reading just involves having knowledge about you that you didn't know they had, and didn't think they could have. But that has happened often in my life, I now know. Because as I said, everyone was talking to one another about me. I just didn't know that until 2011. Also, predicting what I am thinking is not to hard. I tend to have stereotypical thinking with Schizotypal Personality Disorder. And I tend to do things like ask leading questions. Also, I have noticed in the past sometimes people use trigger words around me. They have information that I didn't know they had. Like my first cat's name for example, which was Taffy. And then they might use the word Taffy in a crowded room. They will say with a pause and emphasis. Then they look around like they heard me say something I didn't. And say, talking about the candy taffy not the cat, hey. Does anyone remember their first cat's name? Etc.

Anyways, my symptoms are worse now. I am more sleepy and my neuropathy in my feet is perhaps getting worse, or at least changing. So if that court is slipping me more medicine, they have to be stopped. Because it is probably doing permanent damage to me again.

 

I was telling a doctor, if I have to remember to do something important about every other day, I do it on even numbered days now. The second, fourth, sixth, etc. Or, if I had to remember to do something, about every third day, I could do it on numbers perfectly divisible by three. I got that idea from the Gregorian calendar. Century years with that calendar would normally be leap years. Because they are divisible by four. But century years in the Gregorian calendar are only leap years if they are perfectly divisible by 500. That way a century year is a leap year only every 500 years. Because when they established the Gregorian calendar in 1582, they could have just had ever year five hundred years from 1584 a leap year. But that would be confusing, and they we would always have to remember the year 1584, for hundreds of year. Instead Pope Gregory XIII decreed that only century years divisible by 500 would be leap years.

My system isn't exact, because sometimes the month ends on the 28th, 30th or 31st. And it sometimes ends on 30, a day divisible by three. But for my divisible by three idea to work, each month would have to then begin with zero. But as I said, it does work well for day that have to be approximately two and three days apart.

 

And, my mouth is getting very dry now again. Almost like someone is slipping me more Olanzapine somehow. I know it sounds irrational. But if anyone has been following my life they know. When I suspect something is happening, I am usually correct.

 

And just to be clear, I want that secret medicating of me with more Olanzapine, or whatever, to end right now. It's wrong, it's unnecessary and it is harming me even as we speak. And like the Cerebral Palsy, people driving me to suicide and car thing, it shows everything that is wrong with this situation. And like those three, how I have done nothing wrong and am not a risk to myself or others in anyway, and yet that court and others still goes out of their way to harm me and put me in danger.

And now I am going to make it my life's mission. To expose that court for doing this now, and to stop them. And if they try to shut me up, I will only tell more people, get more people involved, and recall more of what I know people. Everyone I meet in fact, if necessary. And as I've said in the past, the number will always double. 2, 4, 8, 16 and so forth. I think that is called exponential growth. I'm not sure. But I know someone with try to confuse me by saying it is not exponential growth. I just know in HS we were told that is the graph of the parabola, Y=X². But if someone tries to get me to stop by doing something like that, same thing. I will just tell more and more people.

It's very wrong, and I want it to stop NOW.

 

And also to repeat, if that court issues something like a restraining order telling me I can't tell certain people, I will make sure to just tell more of the people I can tell.

And then I think we'll move on to multiples of four at that point. Yes. 4, 16, 64, and so forth. So be forewarned, everyone.

 

I'm going to be interviewed for a new psychiatrist tomorrow. They already told me on the phone that they really don't handle cases like mine. Legal matters, and everything else basically that I was told on the phone they do handle. And that other guy's secretary was very rude with me and didn't return my calls. So is this some kind of test now? Or joke? Because I really do need a psychiatrist now. And I can't be playing this merry-go-round now where people are just toying with me, but never helping. Now or perhaps ever again. Is this a new thing now? I don't think it's right either if it is.

And I want something done now about all this nonsense in my life. I want the secrecy to end, I want my full legal rights and status reinstated and I want the secret medicating that may be going on now to end. I will always need my legal guardian as trustee. Maybe even guardian, if it is unavoidable. I would probably be homeless without him and the trust. Because I think I will always need a little help. But not in secret, and not exploiting me instead of helping. That is always wrong.

And it is always wrong to use medical care, even with things like mental health, and probate courts and commitment procedures too, to harm and to neglect. No one will never convince me otherwise. So don't ever try. And my status is not deserved, whatever it is. And people have misconceptions about me and have been told terrible lies too. I am beginning to piece that all together now.

 

I am still confused by my academic record. I was on-time for all my developmental milestones. I did pretty well early on. My kindergarten teacher almost held me back because I couldn't color pictures with crayon within the lines. She thought that was a reason for holding me back. But my mother ultimately didn't let her. (The reason why I couldn't color within the lines was because I have Cerebral Palsy, one doctor finally told me recently.) I did pretty well in the first grade. My first grade teacher was thinking of perhaps holding me back. I forget what that was about. I think it was just a new experience, the first grade. And, frankly, she was very mean, and yelled at kids who made even minor mistakes. I was taking my Iowa aptitude test. And my mother asked me why I scored so low. I explained to her, I'm sure most of my answers were correct. But I was just marking the wrong part of the grid. I asked my first grade teacher for help. And all she did was yell at me more and more, finally making me cry. And it was a timed test too, you know. I did well after the first grade though. I was reading, more or less, by age 6. And reading at functional level by age 10, as I've said.

When I entered junior high in grade school, I did poorly at first. Because it was a new format. It required more rote memorization, and the tests were different. Longer and more complicated. But I discovered a new study technique was all I needed. And then I did pretty well. Things started getting a little weird by the 8th grade, I think. Teachers kept complimenting me it seemed, on things like creativity and how well-written my essays were. I guess that might have been true. One time I spent all night working on an essay on Abraham Lincoln. It was about the Civil War, so it should have focused mostly on his adulthood. I spent too much time researching his childhood. But I was tired and it was time for bed, so I just put together what I had. And I figured I'd accept whatever grade my teacher gave me. She told me it was one of the best reports she ever read, and she gave me a good mark.

Also I took my high school placement test in the 8th grade. I was dreading it, because I thought they might not let me into my high school if I did badly on it for some reason. My mother and others assured me that rarely happened. You'd have to do really poorly on it for them to that, they said. I took it, and on the math part I couldn't find the answers. I got the right answers, I know I did. But they weren't on the multiple choice. That is because they were testing for your knowledge of significant figures. We covered that finally in high school. But I never had that in grade school. So how could I know it? I just marked down the closest answer. And, I was panicking and taking way too much time on the test. I didn't even finish parts of it. I was sure I got a bad mark. But when my mother got the phone, she said I did very well. And I could take honors program in high school now.

8th grade scared me a little too. Our recommending reading list seemed kind of intense. Books like A Tale of Two Cities and The Scarlet Letter. But the teachers there took the time to make sure everyone understood and learned though, like they did in my high school. And I think that sometimes makes a big difference. They also had sample readings in my English class in the 8th grade. Samples for readings that were on the high school and college level. I kind of understood the one on the high school level. Though it was kind of complex. But I didn't get the one on the college level. At least, I got all the answers wrong on the sample question and answer part.

Then in high school I took four semesters of French, which was required in Michigan at the time. Four semesters of a foreign language in high school. The class wasn't too hard. It was actually interesting. The book was rather simple, it even had cartoons in. I got my book used. And the teacher was very entertaining. Spending most of the class dancing around and joking, in French. My first French exam was weird. It had a lot questions on telling time in French. That was not in our text book. And I took careful notes, so I know the teacher didn't give us that information. She just touched on it briefly. Telling time in French is more difficult that you think. I remember, they say heure instead of o'clock. Une heure, deux heures, etc. And after the half hour, you start saying "et demi" I think. I didn't know that, because she never taught us that. I was looking around the room in confusion as I took the test. But the other students seemed relaxed and not acting any differently. I should have failed that test, I thought. And I wondered. This was before the age fo the internet. And it would be hard to find that kind of information somewhere, telling time in French. Did she want us to go to the libary for that? I thought. I got my test back, and she said I got an A. I thought though, that probably was because it was French. Failing French would be a stupid reason to hold someone back a grade, I thought. So that must be it.

Then in college I took things like calculus and computer programming. I was able to do that. Like I've said, I do even complex things if I am fed it in small bites, and given enough time. My mother thought I could be an engineer or computer programmer. But my last computer class in 1993 was just too tough for me. They had an assignment called the stable marriage problem. I forget the details, but it was over my head. I understood the question. And I thought I would probably be able to solve it eventually. Maybe if I had years to do it. Or, the answer might have just popped into my head the next day. Don't ask me to explain that last one. But I told my mother I couldn't handle the classes there anymore. So I dropped out then.

The lady who used to work for me said students back then used to be secretly channel into programs and levels in school. But now they don't do that anymore, she said. I don't know if that means me. If I do have any intellectual problems, I still think they aren't too severe and that I am somewhere in the normal range. Like I told my therapist yesterday, I would never assume I am smart or that I know everything. Because that is bad idea for anyone to do. And I like to think I know my own limitations too, which I think is very important.

 

One of my doctors recently said that I shouldn't treat the diabetic wounds on my legs with Vaseline and a bandage, because I shouldn't fool around with that he said. But I've gotten good results that way. And what else can I do? Don't you remember? I told him. I don't have diabetic wounds, and A1C is now 5.4. Even though everyone, including me, knows how false both of those statements are. So what else can I do but treat them myself? Does he have any better suggestion? And why should I even trust him if he gave me one? Because right now I'm not even being treated for diabetic wounds. They don't even exist.

But, to repeat, I went on. If any harm comes from my diabetic wounds not being treated, or even from some mistake in my own self-care, my position and approach will always be that it was everyone else in my life's fault. If my diabetic wounds don't heal, it was everyone else's fault. If they get infected, it was everyone else's fault. It I lose foot or a leg, it was everyone else's fault. Etc. And then, especially if someone (like my guardian, etc.) tries to take away my freedom or independence because of that, I will carefully list all the reasons, item-by-item, why it was everyone else's, including his, fault. Just like on an unrelated, or really related subject, if I ever end up in the emergency room, because that court's mismanagement and neglect of me and my case, by allowing people to threaten and psychologically abuse me, led me to harm myself again, I will again start over with list. First from age 7, because that is the chronological order. Then 1986 with the Northville thing, September of 1989, 1997, 2004, recently a couple of years ago at another place BTW, etc. And then all the recent stuff, omitting no detail. So people know, and there's always a record, etc.

Just so everyone knows, I told him.

 

There were other weird things in my 8th grade. I think that one teacher in my 8th grade was deliberately harassing me in other ways too. Like this one incident I already told my therapist about.

One day in her room, I went to my desk there. My desk was to the far left as you walked in the door, way to the side, at the end of the row. We changed classes going to each of the three rooms. And so I was sitting in someone else's desk. SG was his name. I think I was playing with him for a while on the playground. Anyways, one day I went to class, and his desk was moved off to the side for some reason. I think he was taking a test or quiz or something that day, so he had to do that for some reason. Moving the desk put a burden on me. Because, for example, when we graded papers, we handed it to the person in back of us in our row, and the person at the end of the row took it to the front desk. So I started moving the desk back to the end of the row, where it really basically belonged. That teacher said, okay, if you want to do that. Just put it back at the end of class. And I kept forgetting to do that. I honestly forgot, I wasn't doing it on purpose, and I told her that. But SG started getting angry, claiming it was wrong for me to do that, even though I kept explaining to him and that teacher I was just forgetting.

Then SG started getting melodramatic about. He'd come in the room and get hysterical. Where's my desk?? Where's my desk?? Where's my desk?? He'd say. It was where I always put it, back at the end of row, really where it belonged anyways. And it was a big desk. How could he miss it? Then that teacher started getting more and more angry. And she started threatening me with worse and worse punishments, even though I explained to her I was just forgetting. And why couldn't he just move it couple feet back to the left? Why was it such a big deal that I do it? And why was stupid desk like that for the rest of the year? Like I said, he just moved it that way one day for a quiz or something. And the desk belonged at the end of row anyways. Desks were always neatly in a row in my grade school. That part never made sense. But she was threatening me more and more. Finally telling me each day, this is your last warning. Next time, I'm going to punish you severely, like I said. Fortunately she never did. Actually I never was in detention even once in grade school, and never in HS. I think I got in a little trouble in the 3rd grade. For fighting a little with my friend once, I think. And I had to write something over again on a paper. But getting in trouble was very rare for me. And it was humiliating when they did things like that. Get me in trouble for passing notes. Blame me for forgetting. And making it seem like it was somehow my fault. I was doing things like passing notes. But not more than usual.

And people like that boy I found attractive were just using it as an excuse to harass me. And they were making a big deal of it, making it seem like it was such a big deal and a horrible thing each time I did it. And I was telling my therapist. One time I drew a satirical cartoon of this other boy's sister. He took it to my homeroom teacher. And she arranged a meeting with me and his sister in the basement of the grade school. And she had his sister describe how she felt when she showed her the cartoon. She showed her the cartoon, I didn't. I never wanted her to see the cartoon. So how was it my fault that she went out of her way to show her the cartoon? And arranging a meeting for her to tell me what I did to her, when she showed her the cartoon. Was that really necessary? There was another incident like that when they took a punishment way too far, and where part of it was really not even my fault, like the one I just told. But I forgot the details.

Anyways, it wasn't about note-passing, I now realize. I don't really know what it was all about. But it was humiliating and wrong, I could tell even at that time. And it seems one way or another am still paying for it. Because everything in my life now seems to have to do with something that started there in that school that year.

 

I was telling my friend, I am sleeping like 10-12 hours a night now. Somewhere in that range. More than usual, in any event. And my mouth is feeling very dry again. And I am drinking more water like I used to. And when I drink a glass of water, I sometimes stil feel thirsty. I don't know if that was a side effect of my Olanzapine in the past. But it might have been, because I did notice it. And I am noticing it now, suddenly. I think someone is slipping more Olanzapine in my other meds. And in the past, when I thought something was happening, it usually was. Actually, no. It always was. I am beginning to find that out more now. That, and a couple of other symptoms of side effects I associated with more Olanzapine, especially higher dose. If that's the case, I don't consent and I don't approve. But I don't know and I obviously have to take my medicines and go on with business as usual. Though I am spending more time at home too now because of it. And I have a life to lead. My legal guardian isn't going to take care of me, despite what my former doctor once told me.

Back in 1992, I thought at some point someone might have slipped something into my food that caused hand dryness. There are drugs with weird side effects like that. As to how people knew that I was thinking about my hands becoming drier around February 8, 1992, there are several ways. People use trigger words around me, then anticipate the reaction. Now I have definitely seen people do that in the past. Or, they use trigger words, and then wait, maybe a day or two. That makes it more convincing. They can also predict my past behavior. I tend to do things repetitively, and I often reveal things in leading questions, conversations, and past conversations. Plus I now know that everything that I did or said since age 7 has been recorded. My therapist tells me as much now. Also, speaking of 1992, I was less concerned then what people thought of me in public. I might have been lookin down at my hands and examining them a lot in 1992. They do get dry in the winter, and I do focus on them for that reason. My hand dryness has bothered me, and I was talking to a couple of doctors about it by then. Actually, I told my family doctor a year or two before that I feared that my dryness would move up my fingers or get worse. I did. And I am sure I might have been talking about my hand dryness around then, giving a lot of information that way. Just saying.

Trigger questions, observing my past behavior, easily predicting my future behavior from my patterns, listening to my leading questions, carefully observing me. People have used all these things in the past to make it appear that they were reading mind. Even though I have always known that was impossible.

 

I wanted to say a little more on how people have made it appear they were reading my mind. I think the first time that happened was age 9, maybe. I know with me, when I asked leading questions as a child it was obvious what I was thinking. When you are in a store, and you ask how much something costs, you are obviously thinking of buying it. Workers in stores did that one to me a lot. Plus they probably knew from past experiences with me that when I asked how much an item cost, I was thinking of buying it. And then they'd tease me, pretending they could read my mind. Like I said, delivery is important too.

And, then there is the way some people use those trigger words for me. This has happened more than once I know, and I might be able to remember more. They had information. Like I said, maybe about my first cat. Then they say the word. Then they pause, and their eyes widen. And they look around, and then look in my direction, like they heard me say something, etc.

Like I said, people have done that more than once to me. Especially mental health workers, and maybe a couple others.

 

More on "mind reading". And pause and emphasis are important. They say the word, a little more slowly than the rest of the words in that sentence. And with emphasis. Then they pause, right after that sentence. And then as I say, their eyes widen, etc.

 

I actually already submitted my fax to that court September 25, 2024, asking them to look into this matter. Telling them I don't need a secret legal guardian, and I am being hurt, am permanently damaged and feel in danger now. And they totally ignored me. So I think I already submitted my claim to them. Don't faxes count? But in any event, that court has already begun the ignoring process. Even when I tell them I am harmed and am in danger. And it is hard for me to get things done. And it may be getting more hard now that I am older. I have to use my time wisely. And yes, I think leisure is an important part of my life, even if things like submitting my claim to them should come first. And I already know one way or another, as soon as I start submitting my claim thru other ways, I will be delayed, ignored and treated rudely. And all the while, people will be playing along claiming the problem doesn't even exist. Like I said, I have to use my time wisely, and I already know that is going to happen.

But I guess 2025 has begun, and already nothing at all is happening. So I will have to move forward slowly. Submitting and resubmitting my claim to to that court. I can't afford a lawyer and I don't know much about the legal system or how it works. I don't think most people do. But in my claim I will explain how that court has harmed me, abused me, put me in danger, and drove me to suicide at least since 1983. Them and that lost list too. And then I will continue telling more and more people about what that court and the others did, exposing them and the rest more and more, and getting more and more people involved. All while I am being ignored and treated rudely.

 

You can't afford a lawyer but you really need one! Courts are highly structured around fixed procedures. It's their way or the highway! If you don't know them, you're really at a disadvantage. Isn't there some legal aid society you could contact for help or advice. From your description, the stakes here are really high, and you don't want to mess this up! Is there anyone in your life you can ask to help you get free legal counsel, if only to communicate to the judge that you don't understand the proceedings? the faxes you're sending may not be the kinds of documents the court is used to, so they may just brush them aside. Maybe if you just contact them and explain you don't know the rules and need legal guidance, they could come up with an idea. Sometimes a court will appoint lawyers for pro bono work.

 

Thank you, Tishomingo, for your help.

Also I wanted to add, a couple of years ago people started acting weird, like they heard me say something I didn't. One my doctors started gasping with surprise and shock, like they heard me something. I wasn't saying anything at the time to make them do that. And that doctor was reacting to our conversation. It was like they were hearing me say something else, something I wasn't saying. And around that time, one of my neighbors did that. He was on his front porch, and he was about to go inside. Then he paused, like hear me say something basically. And then he paused some more, and put he hand to his ear like he was hearing something. He was acting kind of silly too, and smiling as he did it. Maybe he knows more about that. The same thing happened in a store. I was at the cash register, with the cashier and two other customers. And one of the ladies burst into laughter, and acted like someone said something embarrassing, or maybe even inappropriate. No one did, and I was silent at that moment. Like I said, all four of us were alone in the store at the time.


I will probably remember a lot more, over time.

 

I asked our probate lawyer in 2001 if when the police ask you questions like are you mentally ill, do you have to answer. And he said, well that is more of health question, not a criminal matter. So yes, when they ask you that you do have to do the right thing and tell the truth. But when I later brought that up with my therapist, he agreed. In that situation you should always do the right thing. And if I was in that situation and I was mentally ill and police asked me that, I'd do the right thing. And lie.

 

In 1997, I asked our probate lawyer what would happen if I won the lottery. And everyone in the room giggled a little. What were the chances of me winning the lottery? But being a good lawyer, and always planning for every possibility in advance, he said bring it in immediately. And we must sign it over to your legal guardian at once. The taxes, you know. (And to use that excuse, taxes, for a lot of other things, he often told me he really was a "tax attorney". Not a probate lawyer. Is there really such a thing as a "tax attorney"? And why would a probate lawyer give himself that weird title to begin with?) I said, well maybe I should wait. You know, get advice about it from other people. He said no, don't wait. Bring it in at once. He said, taxes, taxes. They had to be paid at one. Tax day is April 15th. We would have time. He really had me confused with that one.

Anyways right away, I always made sure to sign my lottery ticket in the store. I know when I am being lied to, even if I haven't uncovered the lie yet you know. And I don't think my "tax attorney" really had time to think up a lie on the spot. And you know, I often use that to my advantage. If I don't give people time to think up a lie. And if they are in the room with me (so they don't have time to Google the topic or put the phone on mute and ask someone in the room), they don't have time think up a good lie. And the poor lie they give sometimes gives me so much information. Along with their reaction, facial expression. And I pay special attention to what seems to upset them the most. When they speak a sentence, what words do they falter or hesitate on, or does their voice break up a little on. It's true you know.

My legal guardian is the worst with this. As I was telling people once, he can't come up with a good lie on the spot. Not at all.

 

I still wonder why people sometimes react the way they do to things that I say that are perfectly innocent. I am beginning to see that when they react negatively, even very negatively, it usually isn't my fault. Like that 1988 college class. It was my first college English composition class, and people were saying all kind of things. We were all legal adults, unlike when I was in HS. So the atmosphere was a little different. People were using four letter words, but the teacher didn't seem to have a problem with that. The teacher even read an essay one student wrote with a four letter word. And she didn't seem to think there was anything wrong about it. She said it was a very nice essay, and that is why she read it to us. In another college class one guy was bragging how he enjoyed doing illegal drugs, but no one seemed to mind. I've heard a lot of things in college classes that they would never say in any other type of class. But I never said anything like that. And then when I read my group an essay where I said God helps those who help themselves, they reacted that way. It wasn't blasphemous, it didn't use swear words, it didn't talk about violence or anything illegal, it really wasn't even atheistic. And then that woman in my group almost screamed. I still can't figure out that one. Even all these years later.

But things got weirder sometimes, when I went on the internet for the first time at the library in 2001. I went to this British gaming cite where I started sharing some of the coincidences I discovered and other things. The moderator who talked to me first when I got there told me he was British, and he seemed very nice at first. Then I told him I heard on the news that they were having a debate in the UK around that time. Whether the hereditary peerage in the House of Lords should be replaced with a more democratic lifetime peerage. You know, I told him, I think that the hereditary peerage in the House of Lords should be replaced with a more democratic lifetime peerage. And then he got very upset, I guess. He basically cut me off at that point. The last thing he said to me was that he'd have to talk to his aunt, and then he'd get back to me on that, whether the hereditary peerage in the House of Lords should be replaced with a more democratic lifetime peerage. I thought that was very weird. I told my family. I told him the hereditary peerage in the House of Lords should be replaced with a more democratic lifetime peerage and then he said that. And sounding like he thought I knew his aunt. He did. And he still talked to his aunt for advice, which is okay. But it kind of reminded me of Anthony Perkins in the movie Psycho with his mother. Could he be a crazy person? Maybe, my family said. But later figured out that is some kind of joke, maybe one that they have in the UK. The real reason why he cut me off like that was because I said to him the hereditary peerage in the House of Lords should be replaced with a more democratic lifetime peerage. That's all. Just that? The hereditary peerage in the House of Lords should be replaced with a more democratic lifetime peerage? Was there something wrong with that? I mean when I say, or rather type, the hereditary peerage in the House of Lords should be replaced with a more democratic lifetime peerage, does it sound weird somehow? And then on another message board, I talked a little bit again about how I thought the hereditary peerage in the House of Lords should be replaced with a more democratic lifetime peerage. Most of the people there seemed to think nothing of it. But at least one British guy there didn't seem to like it again. I brought up on another thread there, that I liked watching the debate in the British House of Commons on C-SPAN. He said, well why don't you just stop then? Why should I stop watching the debate in the House of Commons on C-SPAN? Just because I think the hereditary peerage in the House of Lords should be replaced with a more democratic lifetime peerage? Watching the debate in the House of Commons has nothing to do with whether the hereditary peerage in the House of Lords should be replaced with a more democratic lifetime peerage. The debate that the hereditary peerage in the House of Lords should be replaced with a more democratic lifetime peerage is different. Or is the debate the hereditary peerage in the House of Lords should be replaced with a more democratic lifetime peerage and that somehow the same? See, I don't know that much about politics in other countries. Maybe I was saying something, not wrong, but indelicate when I said that. That the hereditary peerage in the House of Lords should be replaced with a more democratic lifetime peerage.

Maybe someone here could tell me. Does it sound weird when I say the hereditary peerage in the House of Lords should be replaced with a more democratic lifetime peerage? Is there a better way to say the hereditary peerage in the House of Lords should be replaced with a more democratic lifetime peerage? And how do you say the hereditary peerage in the House of Lords should be replaced with a more democratic lifetime peerage? Because like I said, I am still wondering about that one to this day.