Well, sometime earlier I sortof wrote a few Bits'n'pieces on problems.
This post wasn't intended to highlight any other than make ya'll feel sorry for my ass - so you'll buy my stuff
But anyways, a brief explanation might be in order.
Basically, I bought my apartment at the wrong time, right before the fully arranged financial crisis hit, and with too little downpayment.
Jobs came and went, and I finally took the wrong job, working for state, which, fully participating in the 'crisis', arranged our jobs to a degree of crazy conditions the like I've never seen before. And this snapped me from stress.
Such a snap is actually a variation of mental illness, but this I didn't recognize; you know, nothing broken, no bleeding of fever.
Due to this non-self-recognized state of whatever we'll call it, I lost track of my state of economy, especially after my bank put my lesser of two apartment loans on freedom from payment, like the larger credit already was arranged.
Ordinarily, I would of course have been vigilant about my financial situation, but again, as explained above, when things starts functioning this way, a part of the brain simply shuts off, putting these mechanisms into a trauma mechanism. Sleep tight, you cruel world.
Lots more to comment on, but only briefly: A year ago, reality came crushing down on me, brain mostly rebooted, i.e. the left hemisphere, which is responsible for sequenced problem solving, started working again.
The old folks had sold their house, I got something to square off my economy, and started planning selling my apartment.
Then dad died horribly from cancer, mom drove my nuts on a semi-daily basis, explainable, now being alone after 63 years together.
I lost a small case in court, my bank started collecting payments on the larger estate credit several month earlier than originally arranged, which they could do due to having rearranged this credit into a different mechanism - which 'happened' not to follow the original design.
Then a project in our building complex was rushed through, which rendered my bathroom half destroyed, thus making my apartment unsellable; a situation that lasted until late summer.
Then the real estate broker put my apartment on sale at a way too high price, so it took a long time before we could lower the price to a level creating interest from buyers.
The too-high selling prospect was acknowledged by my bank, fully knowing the actual sale would be significantly lower, and thus not even cover my actual credits.
My apartment finally went at a realistic price - but a quarter mil dkk below the original projection. Insane how a realtor with 17 people hired cannot define a price level suitable to market.
In the mean time, finance of just got worse and worse.
Will the bank help after the sale? Oh yeah. Having taken part in this arrangement ensuring I would end up in this or that debt situation, they've quite willingly arranged an ordinary consumption loan to cover - at normal high interest rate, thus ensuring having me as a customer for ten years to come.
My bank 'advisor' didn't even blink when I said they have to obey orders on how to do business from the central bank, just answered 'yes'.
Towards the end of the show, I leaned in over the desk, and asked: How do you folks sleep well at night? How does it feel working for the Rothchilds?
No wonder she got pissed, because she knows exactly what I was referring to.
Well, that was merely a very very brief briefing. I could host a four hour seminar about how the world of [international] banking, finance, trade and geopolitics works; I just didn't manage to arrange myself out of harms way. Penalties applies, the system is now satisfied: One more locked up by the chains of financial slavery.
Which is actually the worst of my situation, as this lock will prevent me from escaping incredibly over-taxed Denmark, and ensure that for the immediate future I have but one option: Turn to the social unrest office and ask for the social check and a bed in a home for people on the streets.
I have per definition become a mindful Anarchist of sorts. From Latin,
an archia - without King, without Ruler.
Only, implementing the mechanism 'Opting Out' isn't that easily executed, and likely not too nice either, especially in an exceedingly digitalized society.
However, having to live as a registered Production Unit, with State having taken over Person by the end of the seventh year, ain't a feeling my mind can cope with either.
Didn't know we're all PU's, that Person is a corporation, registered to State? Neither did I. Until I started researching.
And this is exactly why State, Law and bank can control us..