helicopters watching me.

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sometimes when i go out side i get the distict impression that im being watched by helicopters. some times i flip them off just to get a reaction, 1 time they even followed me home. how ever iv been told they have X10000 zoom cameras with infrared so maybe im not as crazy is it true tho they can scan me if they wanted to?

Helicopters are expensive to fuel, fly and maintain, even for the government. Are you important enough to warrant that sort of surveillance? I wager not.

Most helicopters haven't been updated since the 80's, they still rely on fax.

Police helicopters may have infrared cameras which will show a nebulous blob representing concentrations of body heat that can only be assumed to be a particular individual... or stove.

Assuming you have done something worth spending these expensive resources on, I assure you that those directing and using them are too incompetent to actually find you.

Do you mean toy helicopters? Or drones?

I've had that feeling before. I actually think they do follow people sometimes.

Not because of anything important, but just for something to do.

There would be no reason for a pilot of a helicopter to single you out and follow you. No offense, but I doubt you're worth it. Most of us are a waste of a helicopter's time. Maybe if you are a big mob boss or drug dealer, that might be worth the time and expense to do surveillance.

It is hard to allow logic to override an emotion or feeling. Maybe you need to dig deeper and ask yourself why you feel the occupants of a helicopter would be watching or following you? Maybe something else is bothering you and your mind is using this thought as an outlet.

Helicopters sometimes fly in the general area of my home. They are enormously loud. I mean very, very loud - often loud enough to make the building shake. There is no mistaking when they are even within a mile. So unless I hear them I can ignore surveillance concerns.

Speaking of Helicopter pilots, many laypeople seem to think that one has to be a special sort of person to pliot one (be it for personal or commercial use), even though ordinary people drive cars, for personal use.

One word: MANPAD

I used to think people were following me, making fun of me, keeping an eye on me to make sure I wouldn't molest someone or something like that. I thought people viewed me as some kind of monster. I like to think of it like this.

When you see a helicopter I want you to imagine those helicopter pilots saying. "I think that guy down there is watching us, what does he want with me? I'm just a helicopter pilot, but there he is staring at me everywhere I go." If it doesn't make you feel better at least its something funny to think about.

The helicopters used to watch me to as when i was doggywalking at nighttime. I remember I stopped up, looked up, and showed the helicopter the "F**k you" finger. I thought it was the police, that they where surveillansing me and was going put a bomb on me It was not funny at that time. But for now I kinda laught at it

Unless you are growing weed, they aren't watching you. I promise.

The feeling that you have needs attention and, trust me, what you think is attanding to you, doesn't care.

I saw black helicopters, only they were real, no the kinds in the black op movies, but they were supposed to be there because I was in the right time and the right place. I woke up once to to the loud thrash of the blades and the spotlight coming in the barrecks windows, just an ass hole pilot giving us a "wake up". and it wasn't black. But the black ops s**t, I was Air Defense, in other words I was suspposed to know all the Nato s**t and the east block stuff and one day I heard a strange sound, looked up and did not know what helicopter it was and it was black, with a gold lightening band around the middle of it, no other markings. They are real, but they don't fly where you live and the others are looking for speeders, for all you should care.

This was the same time I was going through a Bipolar breakdown, for lack of better words, it came on, like really hard for the first time. Right age for it, I had all the signs prior, just a really bad place to have such a thing and it wasn't all that well understood, back then. I could give you a bunch of other things that seemed all to real back then, just know I was 21 at the time and ripe for it. But that was me and what was happening to me, was mine.

Been there. Find someone you trust and do it now and I know that is no small thing. I tried hard to keep it a secret, it didn't work well for the future.

Pay no attention to this sig, I just did it and thought it funny at the time. I do not now, Talk to me dude.

I gave a colonel the bird, he was flying low over us in a Canberra , and I never felt better doing it. with gusto. That bastard got to sleep at home, I was still in the grit of an armored convoy. If he had been looking out for our well being, I would have felt bad, he wasn't, so he got his salute. I wondered if they would view his gun camara and give me an Articale 15 or worse. Too much information, even back then, and I know he saw the smile on my face.

Humans are lazy for the most part and don't give a damn about the person next to them, unless they can get a machine to do it and they'll f**k up the results, they didn't ask the right questions, for the right reasons and even if they did, they'd still f**k it up. I have no faith in data collection, either way. What they going to do to me? Draft me? *smirk*

If they are watching you? probably today, and I'll admit a little back then, I'd be proud. Most aren't worth looking at, lol. Make it for the right reasons and only you know what they are, but meanwhile they don't give a s**t, if it becomes more overbearing, seek someone you trust and again I say with much passion, I know that isn't easy.

I'll shut up now

If you committed a crime and are driving and evading the police well, or are heavily armed and dangerous, then you have the right to worry. If not, forget about them.

I climbed up to the top of a high rise building and stood on the ledge just to make sure it was following me.

My suspicions were confirmed and I climbed back down.

It was a strange night.

I thought I had changed into a cat.

It was the 9th of November 1995.

A slight drizzle yet warm.