Saturday, March 29, 2025

Well, here I am again, another post from the biggest nerd in Bakersfield! Lately, I’ve been reflecting on how difficult my life has been because I chose God over substances. My family has turned against me, and I even had a near miss with a BMW. Yet, I remain sober simply because I’m stubborn. I often wish I could fit in, but deep down, I know that I never will; I’ll have to go through life on my own. Wherever I go, it feels like nobody wants to talk to me or even get near me—the lifelong sober man of the town. I try to smile as best as I can, but sometimes the isolation really gets to me, and I feel low. It’s like society is against me for being a lifelong sobriety advocate. That’s the reality when you choose God over alcohol, weed, or any drugs; you don’t quite fit into society, and you become part of the “Chosen One.” I can’t help but think about all the hurtful things my dad has done, along with the painful experiences with my family. None of them ever apologizes or acknowledges my feelings; they just seem to want to compete with me in everything. My mother, a wealthy and powerful woman, feels the need to vie with her own son, who’s just trying to make a living at a minimum-wage job. I originally wanted to be athletic to make my parents proud, but instead, it just seems to fuel their resentment toward me. I often wonder why I continue to work out, especially when nobody acknowledges my hard work. It feels like I’m fighting against an entire town that has all the support and advice available, while I have none. Each day, I hope for more acceptance in today’s society for lifelong sober individuals, but it’s simply not there. I glance at my right wrist and am reminded that I will never truly fit in. I know that no one will ever say, "Good job, Leo! Good job for staying sober for 51 years! You look great for doing it too!" Instead, I fear that I’ll eventually be fired from a job or kicked out of the gym just for being sober. It’s a harsh reality, but in my mind, that's the price you pay for following God. You either fit into society and abandon your faith, or you stick with God and find yourself ostracized by society. If that’s what it takes to get to heaven, then so be it; I'll endure it. Honestly, no one cares about me. Not my family, not even my ex-girlfriend, who couldn’t stand having a sober boyfriend. When you’re a lifelong sober person, it often feels like it’s just you and God—nothing more. I hate my life sometimes! I’m considering looking for a job later, but I’m not too enthusiastic about it because I know that once they learn about my choices, they’ll start to judge me, leading to verbal abuse and ultimately being fired. I might look for a job on Wednesday; for now, at least I have food stamps and unemployment benefits. Anyways… MAHALLO!

Saturday, March 22, 2025

Here we go again—yet another post from the Uber nerd of Bakersfield, LOL! I had a good week this time. I've been gaming a lot at Starbucks, playing Warhammer III and Baldur's Gate II. Good times! I’m trying to forget my experience at Sevita-California Mentor and avoid socializing with people for now. I've come to realize that most people don’t see the world as I do. It’s not that I’m autistic, but I actively do many things to keep myself happy, which gives me a positive outlook on life. Because of this, many people think I’m weird and tend to stay away from me at Starbucks without talking to me. As a "Chosen One," I’ve learned to accept being isolated and not acknowledged by others. This is something many YouTubers who refer to themselves as the Chosen Ones mention. I’m hesitant to apply for another job because I know that once people get to know me, the drama will start. They’ll isolate me and treat me poorly until they eventually fire me after six or eight months. I often experience verbal assaults at work for no reason, which reflects the state of our times. It’s sad that even in the health field, people are burdened by their own issues and take it out on someone like me, just trying to earn a living. It feels like I’m a magnet for drama, even when I’m not causing any. I still plan to look for a job in April, and in the meantime, I’ll continue playing video games at Starbucks. I often get stares from people there as well, but that happens wherever I go. It’s like I’m some movie star sometimes. It can be flattering, but some of the stares I receive from men make me uncomfortable, as if they’re sizing me up to backstab me, which can be scary. Even at Starbucks, I get some unsettling looks from men. I usually respond by looking back at them, wondering why they’re staring at me that way. This all ties back to my experiences at work. People today seem to have their inner demons, and someone like me doesn't, stands out in public or at work. A person without inner demons tends to attract either extreme positivity or extreme negativity—there’s no neutral ground. They either draw in good people or really troubling ones. Anyways... MAHALLO!

Saturday, March 15, 2025

Hello, people out there in Internet land! I don’t know if my voice is being heard, but oh well, this blog is more for me than it is for you. I've had time to reflect on my experiences at Sevita California Mentor, and I think the people I worked with just didn’t like me—maybe because I consistently did the right thing. It's a bit like how Han Solo treated C-3PO; they seemed to take offense to me for no reason. They don’t even know why they’re offended by me; they just are. I had so many shouting matches with people there that every time I clocked in, I felt uncertain if my coworkers would just spontaneously start yelling at me as soon as I entered the facility! It can be very challenging when you are a thinker. Many things become easier when you think things through, but getting along with people can be exceedingly hard. I find it sad because I really like people and want to help others, yet it just seems like they are scared of me for no reason. It breaks my heart sometimes because people can be very harsh towards me. I have scars—testaments to how insecurities can lead someone to act badly. It feels like people are just looking for something to exploit in me. It's disheartening because the very same people I would be willing to help if they got into trouble are often the ones who treat me this way. I don't know, maybe I intimidate people without realizing it. Or perhaps they see me as more advanced than them and feel insecure, leading them to lash out. Words can be more painful than weapons. I make videos of myself to see if I look weird, and maybe that's why people treat me oddly. But I see nothing wrong with myself. People stare at me as if I were an alien or something. I feel so intimidated going outside because people just glare at me, and it’s scary not knowing who they are. Nowadays, people can be unpredictable, and there’s no telling what they are capable of. Every time I go to the gym, people stare at me or hold their gaze a second or two longer than they should, which creeps me out big time! It makes me feel like a weirdo and an outcast, even though my selfies and videos show there’s nothing wrong with me. It’s a good thing I don’t drink because this type of predicament would drive anyone to drink, especially since I'm so isolated and drinking is the norm in this town. I’m glad I never got into that; it would have been the death knell! Anyways, here’s to another week of sorrow!