The Week After

So it’s been some time since I last wrote. I usually stop writing whenever something harmful slaps me in the face, but it’s never that easy to quit. Writing for me is like breathing. It’s something I do naturally every day in some capacity. I think it’s a damn shame that good old-fashioned writing is being replaced.

It’s been a hectic week. I didn’t get deactivated because of what my haters did with the boys in blue, but I did end up deactivating myself anyway, lol. The reason was that the platform started reminding me too much of a tyrannical ex-employer. I’ll just leave it at that to avoid dragging it on.

It got to the point where I was being bullied pressured daily, and I became repulsed by it. I had only been hanging on by a thread lately anyway because of the massive income loss and gamification of the whole thing. Feeling the overbearing vibe of my ex-employer pretty much snapped the last thread on it.

Income is horrible and has gotten worse. Prospective employers are still “taking my number” and blowing me off. Stuff has just not been good in that area, and I still don’t know if I’m going to make it . Half of me wants to fight to maintain the six years I’ve been in this apartment. The other half is resentful because I’ve been doing all this struggling and repeatedly having to grapple with adversaries just to maintain something I will never own.

Is it even worth it to keep struggling and fighting to survive anymore? I have mixed emotions about it sometimes. No one really desires to be homeless, but holy crap is it a pain in the ass having to be in constant wars just to pay your bills.

I have a lot going on it seems. I’m under constant surveillance for no reason. I get accused of doing things and planning to do things I had ZERO intention of doing. Aside from that, certain folks believe the worst when all I’ve really been doing is trying to protect my privacy and curb the job interference a bit. Hence, different numbers and emails, silence, etc.

Sometimes when people can’t see exactly what you’re doing at all times, they create scenarios and assume things. Being mistaken isn’t entirely bad until you start spreading assumptive information to other parties, like prospective employers and businesses, who make decisions based on such delusions.

I think the problem mostly comes from my generally quiet presence. I’m pretty quiet in new environments until I warm up. I’m like that because I’ve been mishandled so much in life. So yeah, I keep my guard up for a while.

Welp, sometimes people judge me based on the way I look and the initial quietness. I think they get put off once I start speaking or writing. They can clearly see that I’m animated, vibrant, articulate, not brain dead, opinionated, head strong, etc., and it’s nothing like they imagined about me.

Maybe I never openly discussed everything I knew or my interest in subjects like algorithms, apps, general tech, and so forth. Once I started talking, folks realized I wasn’t dumb on those matters, lol. But then their imaginations ran wild.

According to these individuals, I’ve been plotting to do all sorts of bad things. Little did I know, I am a highly unethical individual who plans to steal food and items from customers and patents from businesses, use fake information to create bogus accounts, send a bunch of money to strange people’s bank accounts, and then move to a foreign country with all the “riches” obtained from my devious endeavors.

HEH???? LOL

I’ve literally been accused of planning to do those things, and the accusers actually believe it. I’ve also been prematurely threatened with criminal charges and such.

How exactly am I supposed to take that? I have a literal $45 to my name and have not done nor was I planning to do any of the above. I have no job and no employment prospects because everyone has been “convinced” to blow me off.

I am not seeking to harm any business or any person. I’m a peaceful person who just wants to live and let live, be and let be. If a business does me dirty and refuses to remedy appropriately, I just don’t deal with them anymore. Problem solved. I do not return evil for evil.

But yeah, I’ve always been fascinated with various technologies. People didn’t know what I knew or liked because they never took the time to get to know me. They looked at superficial attributes and made a dozen wrong assumptions. They also didn’t listen the few times I clued them in. Thus, the only crime committed was the crime of judging a book by its cover.