Blog Post: Chosen One Musings

Hi, everyone!!! Another nerdy post from the Uber-Weirdo-Nerd of Bakersfield. I had a good week, although I still feel a sense of hostility from my coworkers, as if they really don’t like me beneath all the courtesy. As a "Chosen One," we are often viewed as “too good to be true,” leading people to believe we must be the bad guy. However, it’s important to note that there are indeed people who are genuinely good or even saint-like. Some of my coworkers simply don’t believe it. Yes, there are exactly 144,000 of us around the world who are seen as chosen ones, or God’s elect, and I'm beginning to think that I am one of them. My experience in the workplace will always be different and more challenging than a typical person's. This could also make my past experiences dangerous; many people cannot handle my positive energy, so they may gaslight me to provoke anger and then call the cops. This world can be scary. Most people at work may present themselves as good individuals, but after spending some time with them, the masks fall off, and you realize the type of narcissists you are dealing with. Initially, I can get a job, and people may think I am just another narcissist like them until they realize I am genuinely good and not manipulating anyone, unlike them. When they recognize this, the “testing of my character” begins. For example, I had a meeting with the person in charge of attendance at my job. She was shocked to learn that I hadn’t come to the workplace just to sign in on my day off, only to leave and try to get another day on my paycheck. I explained that it was my assigned day off, which I had informed my boss about a month ago. People just can’t believe that someone who looks like me could actually be a saint or a “Chosen One,” so they start investigating. I suspect when they did a background check on me during the hiring process, they couldn't believe that a 51-year-old straight man could have such a clean criminal record. This might explain the sideways glances I get from people at both jobs and the constant testing of my character. Most men by this age have often received multiple speeding tickets or faced minor offenses, such as drunkenness in public. But me? I have nothing on my record except one speeding ticket from way back in 1998—that’s it! I wouldn't be surprised if they are researching me online to ensure I’m not some kind of spy because it seems unbelievable to them that a straight man could be this good. That is the plight of the “Chosen One.” Nobody believes someone can genuinely be as good as I am, which creeps them out and leads to my isolation from others. Nowadays, to be good, you often have to bear the social status of “weirdo” or be seen as someone on the verge of snapping—rest assured, that is not me! =D Someday, people will accept me… Until then... Mahalo!