My Stolen photographs,

I was notified, yesterday, that someone who I sent my picture long time ago ( I
was sending pictures from my school dance to different friends, family, and clas
smates) is using that photo as their profile picture. We all know that that can
bring many different implications. Now anyone can access your pictures, it is ve
ry easy to obtain. However, we all know what is right from wrong. We all know wh
at using someone else's picture as your profile picture intentionally is very d
ishonest. Earlier, this year, my cell phone service was disconnected suddenly, w
ithout any good reason. You do know those friends of friends, someone that you s
aw or talk once. Well, a person who I saw maybe twice for few seconds after my p
hone got disconnected suddenly shows up at my door. This person gave me a piece
of paper with two different phone numbers. "They would like to speak to you," Th
ese are not people that I have not regular interactions or meaningful connection
s with. Then, I have an AHA moment, they have been hacking my cell phone and ta
king my pictures and using it on many different ways. Now that I don't have that
phone they want my new number should they can access my photographs again.
At one point, after my internet service was installed, the service used to get d
isconnected constantly. I couldn't figure out why. But, I noticed that every tim
e it happened, I called, they always sent a service technician to my address. Th
e next time that happened I saw that the problem with the connection was an outs
ide problem that did not require an inside repair. Thus, I called the company, a
s always, they said that they will send someone to work on the problem and it ne
eded to be inside my place. I refused, I felt that I was forced to have someone
unknown at my place when it was unnecessary. I finished that conversation and I
called the company again. I spoke to a different representative. This person gav
e me different information agreeing with me that the problem was outside and tha
t the person whom they were going to send didn't need to come into my place. Non
etheless, when the technician showed up he knocked my door told me that he neede
d to do his job. I explained to him that I have spoke with the phone representat
ive so he went outside and fixed the problem, some wires that were broken. I lef
t my place, so he did not get to come in. And it is not that I didn't want to sh
ow these workers hospitality. But, within a month or two when the internet servi
ce got disconnected and a stranger came into my home to make changes to me compu
ter almost weekly. Fishy! Also, by talking to different service representative d
ifferent times, I realized that these phone representatives all gave me differe
nt information making doubt that these were the same people I was speaking to. A
nother day I went for a walk, there was a photographer who was taking pictures o
f a girl. The girl suddenly took her pants off and photograph herself on just he
r panties, in an area of the park which is designed for children to play. I felt
very uncomfortable. I decided to leave. As I was leaving the photographer start
ed to ask me questions. He said, " You are very beautiful. I would love to take
your pictures. so for" Then, give me his business card. I asked him what type of
photographer he was, he had a phone. He showed me his website. All of the photo
graphs were of women on their undies and these pictures were there in that websi
te. I said my goodbyes and walked away. That is not the type of things I am inte
rested on. Not that I could not embrace my body and be proud of it. But, it appe
ar to me that there was more to that website than just plain photographs. So, I
never call this person. I found the whole experience very odd.
Before that happened, I was training and I got hired for a job in a restaurant.
Just before the day I was learning the computer system before the place open, I
was standing by the computer and one of my future bosses touched (grabbed for fe
w seconds) my holder. To be honest with you, I wanted to tell him the time of t
he day. Instead I moved away giving him a dirt look. After about four hours of t
raining and learning to do my job; They kept asking me to eat the bread from the
bakery or to drink something. I said, " I wasn't hungry, then and there. I didn
't want to eat anything." Why should I feel force to do that?" To summarize, I l

eft and I was going to return to the place on opening day to do my job. It never
happened. They never called back after I was hired. I am not the type of perso
n who just doesn't show up without a good reason if I have to be at a place. At
a matter of fact, that place is now there taking dust. To be very honest with yo
u as much as I needed the job I was glad. I knew that I wasn't going to tolerate
this type of situations. It appears that these incidents are not connected, but
oh yes they are. These were not mere coincidence, these were plan events. There
are so many other odd situations that could help understand and clarify how I c
ame to this conclusion. But, I will just say this, it is not normal to meet, get
a business card, or hear of a person with the same name in different places, di
fferent circumstances within months, in grocery stories, the park, or an event
around your area.
All this happened some time ago, now that the information is coming together a
t once, it makes me think twice. You see, I go through life giving people the be
nefit of the doubts as I stand my ground, trusting that we all have the best int
entions until the contrary speaks for itself.
And I post about my day on the account I have on twitter. I know that many peopl
e would not understand nor I do expect them too. But, this is the only place I c
an use to voice my opinion. At times, writing something appear to be very random
, disconnected, weird since I am not writing about the whole story. I am going b
y what is happening at the time. I am emotionally connected with my life and I a
m in good emotional place. And the reason for that is because (in my opinion) I
express myself through writing. Expressing myself has become my coping mechanism
. A diary in which I can go back and see what was going on during that period of
my life. My life is still good, believe me I stay away from all the negative th
ings, focus, and do all the things I enjoy doing. Nonetheless, you probably cann
ot understand how frustrating. challenging times, unfair it is to just take a pi
cture of yourself and see the image alter (sort of me, but not really). They do
this as if they are entitled to. As if the message is, it is your own fault for
having a face and body. To see a pictures of you a year ago used now as if they
are someone's else pictures, images or videos; as if making a few changes, just
because they put bigger breast, aged you, add hair, change eye color, or whatev
er alterations they do to an image makes it a different person. It doesn't! It i
s me. Even if I don't have a mirror on my face or eyes looking inward! Those are
my pictures, that is my life, ID you stolen.