What Is It About Me

What is it about me that make people come together and try with all their might to try to change who I am into who they want me to be. God did not make a mistake here. God created me to be who I am but it seems like there is a group who would do anything and pay anything to change me to who they want. They feel that because I am here today that I will submit to what everybody submits to and that is to be marketed, to be affected by the dollar bill or that eveyone comes by that casting couch that seems like everyone has to pass by to make it in this world.

I can not be marketed or will not get on anyone’s casting couch no mater. I don’t need your money to make it . I don’t need a man to make it and I don’t need to be laid to be able to relate. You need that not me.

We always use the phrase no one is perfect. That is a statement that says, I am not strong enough because man needs to strive for righeousness. If you strive for righteousness, you don’t have to worry about measuring up because you are measuring up according to what God wants from man.

I am not looking for simithy today but to relay to you how and what people will do to someone who has done nothing. I have been harassed to no uuncertain terms. Every job I went on that group was allowed to come on and take over, they were always loud, crude and rude. They were allowd to act out cetain scripts and when 2 years was over I was let go to go to the next job location in Richmond, Viginia and it would start over again. To sit at your desk and cannot hardly think because the noise was go great you could not even think. The superviosor on duty would not even stop what was going on becaue it was planned and accordiing to them it was suppose to happen until they accomplished what they wanted to do. All those jobs were distressful, harassing, humilating, torture and terriozing and no one should suffer in those kinds of situations. When I lefft my job I went home and often there was a group who greeted me before I went into my apartment with yet another stage set of their madness. It got to a point that when I moved to my 483 location in Richmond, Virginia they called for an apartment inspection and the two women who came to my apartment to inspect my apartment one was not with the apartment complex and after that day that woman was on every job I went to every 2 years and I sat at my desk on day in September, 2005 her presence began to flash before my eyes and at that point I realized that this woman was stalking me at every job I went to and every employer was allowing her to come there.