stressed again

 Oh boy, I know the name of the asshole who bullied me this autumn. See, a bitch called the city with a bogus complaint and they sent this asshole in to "deal with" me and he came on strong like bullies do. Straight up aggressive, accusatory, insulting and manipulative. Like ask a question then interrupt the answer with another question or to tell me he thinks I'm lying. Over and over. Prying questions. Vague threats of "something" and "you better comply" without any direction to which I could comply, and like that. He pushed his way into my bus uninvited, then started to take pictures.  Well at that point I pushed him back out physically because my protests were falling on deaf ears.

So finally we're face to face (covid and no masks) and shouting at each other. He's shouting "smoke detector" and I'm shouting "carbon monoxide detector" like school children. The whole time he's got no rights in the first place to investigate a motor vehicle. Finally he's decided to make a more concrete threat since I'm not responding how he wants me to and threatens me with the bylaw office. I finally say "whatever, don't tell me what you will do, tell me what you've done, I've no time for threats."  So sure enough he accelerated me to the city, claiming that he investigated and found the accusation to be true that I was "resident in the rv" when in fact I'm the fucking property owner in my own home and whether I sleep in the RV is irrelevant. So the city agent emailed me, as that's actually the only sure way to get a response, and we went back and forth for awhile but eventually I got her to say, in writing, that she believes I'm not resident in the RV. Well duh.  Ok fine.  I'm still stressed as shit, can't relax in my own home wondering when the next visit might happen and how will i handle it next time. What do you know, I get a letter from the police, that asshole tried to press assualt charges!  They aren't going forward but want to very sternly inform me that this is Serious and I need to Take It Seriously.

So I'm stressed all over again. Wondering when the next fight, playing out scenes all day in my head. Scenes of dealing with the fire inspector, a court, a judge, how I'll handle jail, etc.  

I've always thought jail would be a worse disaster for me than the average person because people hate me so hard.  But in thinking today, I almost want to make it happen. I'd be supplied with everything I need in life and doubtless get lots of solitary too. Time to read and write and no responsibilities at all. I could refuse all work and chores and just go limp at any sign of force and what could they do but cause me pain? Which would cause me to go berserk and earn me more time in prison. Within six weeks I'd earn the Big House for life. Leave all this behind and let it go and enjoy a leisurely retirement surrounded by people who're probably less assholes than these fucking neighbors.

But damn, I wish I could relax. It's not like something's going to happen any time soon.

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