I went to Walmart yesterday evening to look for ammo even though it was a fool's errand. Needless to say the shelves were almost empty. The only ammo there was some shotgun ammo and some obscure .22 variant, maybe Win Mag or something else I couldn't use. But there was an unattended cart with two open cases of shotgun ammo just sitting there. Weird. (shrug) So I went kind of poking around the rest of the store and at least three different men started whistling loudly and badly near me, these stupid little goofy tunes.
For gang stalking (if it was) it was sort of a half hearted attempt. All it did was inspire me to whistle too.
I started whistling this tune that surprised me. When a tune just pops into my head I pay attention, because it sometimes gives me a clue from my subconscious. It was "Se tu m'ami" (Pergolesi). That song is sort of sarcastic and spunky. It's a sort of "voice lesson" song they assign to teenage girls but the lyrics are something you can have fun with, if you understand the Italian.
As Hagbard Celine says in "The Illuminatus Trilogy", never whistle while you're pissing...
Here's a translation.
If thou lov'st me, and sighest ever But for me, O gentle swain,
Sweet I find thy loving favour, Pitiful I feel thy pain.
Should'st thou think tho' that demurely I on thee alone may smile,
simple shepherd, thou art surely prone thy senses to beguile,
As a fair red rose, a lover Fain might Sylvia choose today,
haply if he thorns discover, 'tis tomorrow thrown away.
All men say of maiden folly finds no favor in mine eyes,