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!