6 MONTHS at THE NATIONAL TECHNICAL FOR THE DEAF (PART 4)
Wow! I can’t believe that it’s already been 10 years in 2021! I’m still OBSESSED with every moment of my college experience from Fall 2011 to Winter 2012. Yeah! I’m consciously overthinking how much I reflect too much on good and bad memories. But what you’re reading here is probably TOXIC, UNHEALTHY, or REPETITIVE. I was only 19 years old in my naivety of real-world problems on my own after completing my high school diploma.
- Demetrius Curtis
- Zachary Brain Seguin
- November 11, 2011
- David Cardona
- Emily Borgel
FLASH DRIVE INCIDENT ON NOV 11, 2011
MY FOURTH TRAUMATIC INCIDENT was the night of November 11th, 2011. I remembered sitting by one of the smallest flat screens in the computer lab on the first level downstairs next to the lobby of the Central Wallace Library. It was located on the left side of the building opposite the entrance.
I couldn’t believe it happened right in front of my face while being ambushed by a newfound silence of BOMBSHELL SHOCK. I could feel every fiber and nerve in my internal organs being mortified for an incredulous length of 5 minutes!
I accidentally erased all the data and digital information without knowing exactly what I was doing. I was NOT very good with computing devices and technological tools at the time. I didn’t know how to deal with the equipment responsibly and appropriately.
NOBODY taught me at the time. It was one of the painful lessons I learned.
Everything I’ve already written has been digitally saved, stored, and linked with my USB flash drive. It was the most traumatic night of my life, and I’d never known that before. For me, I put so much of my time and effort into creating my writing projects in Microsoft Word and PDF files. I’ve always uploaded all unpublished stories in Document Files on my flash drive, but I’ve NEVER published them on Amazon.com or publicly displayed them in Barnes & Noble bookstores. I’ve NEVER had an openly prolific writing career like Neil Gaiman or JK. Rowling, or any other writer that you heard of! I’ve been writing a lot of sci-fi stories since I was 12 years old. Yes, you read that damn right! I began writing in 2004!
I was a struggling writer. I HAD A DEGENERATIVE Writer’s Block Syndrome at that time.
I lacked my skills in citations or resources, so NO ONE has seen my works yet. That night, it stopped functioning for NO apparent reason! It disappeared so unexpectedly fast without carefully double-checking on my part. I believed I was acting so irresponsibly and recklessly with the flash drive in my hand that it might have caused internal damage in the first place.
My mental health started RELAPSING after EYEBALLING at the computer screen in front of me.
I think I’ve been HEXED! 10 years later, as I slowly reviewed my shady past, I had been subjected to an unholy witchcraft spell due to my USB Device Incident! I knew I had the animosity and retaliation of my adversaries against me in Missouri.
They don’t want me to be globally known as a rising star at 19.
That’s what I initially thought, and who knows where my dream job would end up at that time if it wasn’t for these assholes! No matter how often I tried pulling myself together, I couldn’t put my writing projects back online. I also couldn’t get my flash device to function normally. I was in over my head in my own rage!
I even went to the Best Buy store and spent $400 fixing this shit, but there was nothing I could do about it!
No sign of my life’s work was ever found on the flash drive at Geek Squad, and there isn’t a single one of these MISSING attached files that I can locate!
HEAR MY ANGER NOW! ARGGHH! AT THE SUMMIT OF MY LUNGS!
Those stories I’ve written are my babies! I’m the fuckin’ parent of all the stories I created and wrote for! My babies, I missed you so many countless times! The worst side effect of suffering was that it could NOT wait to come back to haunt me forever and that I would NEVER see my most precious children again.
YOU KNOW, I CAN BE A VERY, VERY GOLLUM RIGHT NOW. AS HE PUT IT, “MY PRECIOUS!”
You need to understand that my nineteen-year-old self was involved in the five stages of grief. I was grief-stricken and dying internally: the beating rhythms of my heart visually became a giant hole!
You know, If I could go back in the time machine and spiritually inhabit the body of a 19-year-old, I would’ve conducted myself differently!
I would’ve been more prepared for malfunctioning flash drives in time. Only if traveling in time does exist I will do anything to kill for it!
Two sworn enemies of mine who had parasitically invaded my mental health for the first time, as I’ve given them two names: Despair and Delirium of Low Negative Energies, as I dealt with archonic entities back then in that year. They were vampire energies at that time.
But anyways… The bottom line is… That this was from the unsophisticated viewpoint of a 19-year-old at the time.
Despair and Delirium are evil psychological agents that remain invisible and unseen to my naked eyes. I knew they did EXIST in my energy level and teamed up only to harass me since this incident with the USB device problems. I believed strongly that there was something beyond thin air into other dimensions, invisible realms, or spiritual planes of quantum physics.
I mean, it’s probably easy to blame me because NOBODY is capable of seeing, feeling, or hearing! Most medical communities, like scientists or psychologists, look for evidence. Still, sometimes the evidence is NOT sufficiently convincing, no matter how real it seems. Most people refuse to believe that paranormal activities are confirmed. Instead, they simply accepted that mental illness is the only reliable source of information that has proof. I don’t have all the answers to support the evidence because it’s tough to make sense of some paranormal subjects, but NOT all. I cannot be bothered to make sense, you know? I was overtaken by the toxic ass energies of Despair and Delirium, which came from inside my conscious life energy. So I decided NOT to talk about hex spells here.
The next day after November 11th, I lost contact with reality, stopped completing my homework duties, and avoided thinking about the three-semester courses I attended during Fall 2011.
From that night of November 11th, I felt so much more alone and self-loathing to March 2012.
I started regularly going to the computer lab room at the Nathaniel Rochester Hall, often located on the first floor of the dormitory, because it’s my favorite safe place to go!