Last evening as I lay on the floor of my hiding place, I wondered about the events of this past week and how Mr. Groom could have possibly found himself in the predicament he is in. It is a sad state for the world when things go so awry for an individual. The good doctor in me wants to help and heal. And so I have hatched a plan that will at the very least be a beginning for Mr. Groom’s recovery.
Even as I write this I am pursued by a man who has the intent to do me harm. Of what form that is supposed to take I do not know, but he has been sent by Mr. Groom. That much is certain. Yesterday after my writings I had promised to take a closer look at Mr. Groom. In his defense I have only known of him for a week. But in that short amount of time his psychological difficulties have become clear as the daylight I hope to see again soon.
At the very first moments of my logging into my new Twitter account and finding people already talking about me, I saw the Mr. Groom had already set up an adversarial space between him and his students. It is a good thing they never actually were in his presence or the class may have come to blows.
And it was evident early on that Mr. Groom had generated some animosity with the whole class as to some it seemed as if there were a rebellion afoot. And I believe all of this had happened even before the class had started!
At this point I began to wonder if Mr. Groom was stable. I know that in all my years of University I had many professors who exhibited various forms of dominance and power psychosis, but not quite to this extent. Doing only a bit or searching on the Google I was able to confirm my suspicions about his aggressive behaviors. As you can see from the image below he has an aggressive and domineering side. Notice the fierce look on his face and he is clearly “showing us his knuckles” as the boys say in the schoolyard.
It was about this time that I realized the class Mr. Groom was teaching was getting underway. Using the Twitter Mr. Groom notified that there would be a “live” class on a telly station owned by a man named Justin. I watched in horror as this Mr. Groom slowly faded into his alter personality “Dr. Oblivion.” From here dear reader I am sure you can see where the challenge for me. One, by this time many people were already referencing me as “The Dr. Oblivion” and two, Mr. Groom was clearly having a public mental breakdown.
Over these past few days I have wondered about my own psychological state and why it was that I took some advantage with the Twitter. And why I used what few skills I have on my computer to generate enough of a believable story that actually had the effect of derailing Mr. Groom and his split personalities. Perhaps it was the excitement of the chase? Maybe I wanted to join the rebellion that was already occurring in the class and I had an advantage: many thought I was the real Dr. Oblivion, which of course I am. Or perhaps it was my desire to assist the poor students caught up in this display of multiple personalities? I hope to address that tomorrow if I live to see the day.
For now good reader please know that Mr. Groom has in fact sent a man to remove me from this earth. Or at least harm me in some fashion. I am currently safe, I think, and while there has been word in Swaffham that a stranger is about and looking for me, I am not longer even in my old hometown. I am one jump ahead today. I hope I can remain that way.