I enjoy fiction as much as the next guy, and when it's about me, it's even better. I don't even care who writes it. A fizzled bureaucrat with a 90 IQ? Fine. It's great to get the attention; it's nice to be noticed.
Speaking of, one thing I remember from psych 101 is that people often project their insecurities onto others, and then overcompensate in doing so. Aren't people funny? If I got to the 200 level, I'd be able to explain it better.
Imagine that you're insecure about no one ever noticing the hacky, repetitive, run-on-riddled drivel you're advertising here as if it were gold. You might not ever even get to sign your work with your real name, or see any of the grades you get (maybe that's a good thing). And you need to feel important. So it makes sense that you start pretending that people who couldn't give two ***** about you are stalking you. I'm not sure, but I think that condition might be called delusional paranoia.
But it's not all bad news. I have correctly, I believe, diagnosed myself as having neither a split personality nor amnesia. So, you may rest assured that I am not LawEssay, who, while they make some good points, has their own insecurity issues on display about a certain well-weathered bogeyman, the Yank. This is a chip that I don't have on my shoulder. In fact, I root for the Yanks every spring.
Jeez, your sleuthing skills are the pits, counselor. You should probably stick to hack-work.