I've had charlie horses all my life just about, mostly in the long muscles of the thigh.
Lately, since I started stocking shelves I've had this amazingly painful cramp in the muscles alongside my knee, spasms that happen when I'm sleeping and wake me right up. At the same time the muscle cramps it seems to throw the patella, or knee-cap, into some kind of lock mode that makes it impossible for me to do anything with the leg without increasing the pain.
This morning I woke from a sound sleep to exactly that, but what I wanted to get down was the almost immediate gloating presence in the psychic field of a man, a short stocky man, like a bowling ball on top of an engine block, his morphology, watching his monitor and getting off on my hurt.
And I'm never sure but I think that image is a signal from the self-identity of whoever it is.
This was obviously some dweeb on the monitor at that hour, when I'm almost always asleep.
So they must have motion-detectors, and probably some kind of sound spike-alarm, where sudden movement or noise calls the machines' attention somehow.
And this dude was gratified, he was liking the fact that I was hurting, I was probably making "ow" noises of one kind or another, and that gloating gratification was sailing right back down the signal path to me.
It's impossible to prove that of course, but there's no longer any doubt about it.
Dull-witted swine watch my every move.
Some pig whose "job" it is to vigilantize over a bank of monitors or, more likely now a tile pattern of windows - a sadist loser with all the attributes of meatspace prison guards, sadistic, dim, lost, karmically moving backward.
And he's all titillated because I'm in pain.
And that was my morning.
I went back to sleep though, and slept pretty good for another 4-5 hours.

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