So the story behind “D Talks.” So I have a lot of stuff to write about, but I was struggling with a way to organize the content on the blog. So instead of writing about each topic in separate blog posts, I figured it would be better to write about all topics in one blog post, similar to what I see in a couple newsletters I receive. Anyway, after deciding how to best organize the content on my blog, I needed to think of a title. I was going to simply write the date of the blog post as the title, but then I thought of a nickname I had back in college which was composed of the first initial of my first name, followed by my last name. Then I thought of the purpose of these blog posts, which is basically for me to talk about what’s been going on in my life, like if I was talking to a good friend or family member. Almost immediately it occurred to me that “D Talks” sounds like “detox,” and I actually do feel much better after writing these blog posts.
Alright, so after posting that conversation that I had with the DFEH, people around me seemed to be pretty upset because it kind of exposed the bad behaviors. I’m sure these people reach out to other people on the Internet and give their one sided bad view of me, which is mostly inaccurate; they shouldn’t be cyberstalking or harassing me to begin with. It’s not in my character to go around talking bad about someone or a group of people so that others dislike them and like me more; I think that’s super elementary; like really, I was probably in elementary school when I last felt the urge to spread rumors or mischaracterize someone, if I ever did behave that way. You know what’s even more ridiculous? Let’s say they anticipate me writing or posting something that may not make them look so good; they’ll implicitly try to tell me that they are “just kids.”
Anyway, so one of the things people say is “Noey.” So “Noey” is the name of my mom’s brother. The story is Noey was depressed so he had someone shoot him… so he essentially committed suicide. That’s the story, that’s as much as I know, and I didn’t really ask too many questions. The only other thing I could think of is he was probably bullied, but that I’m not too sure of, I never witnessed any bullying. Anyway, so people here will harass me, and they want to harass me to the point where I guess they “break” me, and they’ll always say “Noey.” Like I just got breakfast and I hear someone down the hall, I think it was a girl, whimper “Noey.” I try to understand why these people are being so awful, but I really can’t understand. I would never treat anybody like that… try to push someone into depression and say the name of their uncle who was depressed and committed suicide. By the way, people will actually say “pills” and “Zoloft” I guess to suggest that they want to push me to the point where I need antidepressants. I guess that would be a sign of victory for them, but it’s all evil. This is so bad. I actually briefly mentioned this to my previous roommate, but next time I hear someone say “Noey” and I can visually single out who said it, I’m going to have to ask them why they are saying my uncle’s name. It would be great if these people would comment on this blog and explain themselves.
You don’t have to be a genius to see that something is definitely wrong with this picture.
