The thing about all this stuff that has proven to be true over and over is that the thing you think makes the decisions is not the thing that makes decisionsā¦
Hotels donāt design their access systemsā¦ they pick one. Itās not the hotels you need to convince, itās the access system companiesā¦ and they have interests to protect which makes bringing in an alternative device a very scary proposition for them. Likewise, banks donāt get to decide what their customers get to use to make payments at point of sale terminals, itās the payment networksā¦ and they have vested interests to protectā¦etc.etc.etc.
Everything has so many layers to it that lining everything up takes eons.
Storytime please. I read this and continued on my day. And it ate at me and now the brain worm has me wanting more. What is it you do that makes you a prime target? Why are you being kidnapped. i am so facinated by this right now.
1.) Alaska. Age twelve. My father sold me into sex slavery and had me kidnapped from our home.
2.) Utah. Age thirteen. They called me 204. I escaped the compound I was being held prisoner in. I was caught hitchhiking and returned hours later by a man who used to work there after recognizing the grey sweats they forced us to wear and noticing I wasnāt wearing any shoes. I told him Iād remember him.
His name was Rob.
3.) Utah. Age seventeen. They transferred me to a new compound. I took advantage and escaped again. They didnāt catch me this time. I swore Iād return someday, and burn their world to the ground.
4.) Alaska. Age eighteen. Hitchhiking home; a winter storm hit during the last 100 miles. Old guy picked me up. He wasnāt going far. Told me he was heading back to his cabin to watch porn. Said Iād be welcome to join him. I looked out at the storm to weigh my odds. āOkay.ā I told him. He taught me about drugs. We got really high and really drunk. ā¦Probably the day I became an addict. I woke up hours later butt naked in a room I hadnāt seen before. There was a large door in the floor, but it was locked. There was another door at the end of the room. I ran to it and opened it to the storm outside, two stories up. I jumped, landing in a snow drift. I ran back around to the front of the cabin and opened the door. The old man was passed out on the couch naked with a needle in his arm, laying very still. I searched the cabin for my clothes, but couldnāt find them, so I took some of his. Considered taking his truck keys, but I didnāt know how to drive. I left and headed the direction of the sunrise because he turned left off the highway heading North last night, so the highway had to be the same direction as the sunrise. I finished hitchhiking home. Knocked on the door of my childhood home. My father answered. His jaw kept dropping and closing like heād seen a ghost. Itād been years since he saw me. I hugged him tight. He hugged me back. ā¦I had no idea it was all his fault.
5.) Alaska. Age twenty. Some āfriendsā of mine spiked my drink and took me on an āadventureā where I almost died numerous times because I was drugged out of my mind. They thought I was too intense; wound up too tight, needed to relax; they wanted to show me a good time. Weāre no longer friends.
6.) Nebraska. Age twenty-two. Kidnapped on vacation by a middle-age man who lost his wife and infant daughter. He wanted me to be his babygirl. I played along for a while; biding my time. I snuck out of my nursery a week later after becoming sick from the food he was giving me; broke the plastic child safety devices around the door knobs. Almost felt a little badā¦Stockholm Syndrome was starting to set inā¦he was the nicest kidnapper ever and just wanted to keep me safeā¦FOREVER lmao, but stillā¦he was sweet in his own sick, twisted kind of way.
And more still to come, mwahaha.
I live vicariously through the I Spit on Your Grave movies. Theyāreā¦inspirational.
ā¦Iām into pretty much any female-led revenge flicks lol.
Idk, my āpeople are always stupider than you thinkā sense is tingling
Iād put money down, thereās more user error in there than reportedā¦ they did something in addition to being a dumb dumb and bringing it into the roomā¦
Grabbed it, tried to catch it, tried it pull it free, dumpster garbage of a gun etc
Maybe Iām weird but I donāt want to remain a meatbag. However, if thereās a community were these bodygoals are understood, it has to be this one.