Simon the psychologist

Warning ⚠️ this is for the reader. This is a psychological mystery that has been happening for years before Bc. Perfectly for the minute you think,nothing- else can go wrong.Hmm! Everytime! I mean good,my bad luck seems to drop in. Raining and perhaps probably the worst day of my life is only the definition that sounds and fits just right. Alone and frustrated for some strange reason is now my norm. Being Born to a wealthy mother and father,I somehow now understand why I think, breathe, stretch and live is what I was taught... 31/Oct /81 { crazy , Deranged, contagious } Horrific /child like hurt. 1. depression,loss of memory. 2.emotionally depressed. 3.loss of words. 4.electrfied terror. Are ingredients of a weak or weaker man.which I was taught. I can't believe this! is what my mind- ponder.Revenge!! Words from me to you. Ten bedrooms, four bathrooms, high ceilings, marble floors.Basically the norm of wealthy living. Amenities complimented all common areas.Cherry oak Wood, leather sofas.Just to name some of the fortune he was a custom to. "Revenge,get even was the norm blur in his head." " You never even seen me in action" Was a line often remember or should I say embedded in his head. And now,!!! ??? what started off as a normal day quickly began a cult or something of that course. " Move swift;(but remember! ) " what comes up must come down" Rambling on with my sister and ken folks we sat at a community center. Celebrating a birthday,or something of that sought. Magically I forgot my lines & everything else seems to fade to black.Often when I get a chance I registered some of the old adages that I was taught.