What up, nerds!!! Time for yet another post from the Uber-Nerd of Bakersfield. LOL! I sold a laptop to my coworker Angel, and he agreed to payment installments, but he has not made his 2nd installment. Others sometimes have initial impressions of me that are not positive. I am beginning to think that Angel just didn't like me from the start and was only trying to take advantage of me with this agreement. I do have text messages where he agreed to pay, so hopefully, if he doesn’t pay, I can go to law enforcement or small claims court and see what happens. The hate for the “chosen one” is real, people. As a "chosen one," you must always be cautious, since even seemingly trustworthy people like Angel—a caregiver and married man—may not be reliable. I will call him today, and hopefully he will pay it, but if not, like I said, there is always law enforcement, or I can take him to court. I just don’t the hate for me?! Angel has way more than I do! He has a wife, a kid, and a $2,000-a-month apartment with a loft. He has a higher social status than I do, but it just seems like he hates me as a lowly minimum wage worker just trying to survive. I just can’t figure out all the hate for me??!! What is so great about my life that everybody wants it? Is it the fact that I am not lazy? Why is that a reason to hate someone? There are plenty of people who are not lazy, and they are not hated like I am. Like I said, the only thing I can think of is that people see my aura and my anointing, and they hate me for it, for no reason. They will never tell me about this aura that I have, but that is what it is. As a Chosen, I have an aura, a light that the people around me see, and it’s like they think I have a one-way ticket to heaven that they don’t have, so they hate. It’s sad because I really don’t have a good life like they think I do. As a “Chosen One,” you live life on hard mode, and people give you no breaks or assistance. The hate and jealousy people have of me just make me hate them so much because, like I said, most people have way more than I do at 51 years old. I hardly have anything, yet I can’t even go to Starbucks without trash talk from these heathens. Like, going to Starbucks and playing video games knowing you’re a failure as a man is some kind of great existence. I just hope Angel pays up, but I might have to call law enforcement on him. What do I have that makes me get this level of jealousy, Angel? WHAT??!! Please tell me because I really don’t know. It’s like all these people seem to be out to get me every freak in time I go outside, like I am the president, and it’s sad because, like I said, as a “Chosen One,” my life is 10 times harder. I hate people so much! Till next time… MAHALO!