Ulog 63 September 4 2019 - Wednesday

I have been blogging about stuff like earning lots of money, earning billions and what happens next will not shock you.

I get ridiculed.

Yup.

People laugh at me, stop being my friend and possibly gossip a lot about the dreams I have.

I don’t blame anyone.

Blame me to be this stupid to tell that I am going to save the world that sort of thing.

I get it.

The other day, I wrote a post about me and BabyBoo. I said something like maybe I am the only adult. Or something about me being the only adult in the discussion board.

Horror broke loose. I got every single horrible message you can possibly think of. Vulgarity, swearing. One even named me a bot and asked me to leave the group.

Wow.

Maybe I am plain stupid for telling people my desires.

But I guess even if I don’t turn out into a billionaire, they can continue laughing and I can live my life alone with my family.

I have no friends.

I’m either too naive, stupid to be a friend. I don’t drink or smoke or do anything that the boys do. They can never include me in anything.

All the rest think I’m just a dreamer. So they just don’t bother to be my friend.

At one point in my life, that did hurt. That I didn’t have friends.

Now that I have BabyBoo I feel happier than ever before.

The other day I was watching Love Alarm on Netflix. It says there is no bigger number than 1. This really made a lot of sense.

All we need is that one person who you will spend the rest of your life with and that will be all that you will ever need.

I continue to do what I can to write, read and learn. I want to do a lot of things like have 6 packs, code apps, teach online, learn guitar and sing. Did I forget to mention that I want a billion dollars? Nope.

Anyway….

For the next couple of months, I am working on my Rowling One project.

If I can ever learn to stop telling people what I am up to, maybe things will eventually really work out.

I am not going to reveal that I have psychosis.

Oh I just did.

A priest once told me this. I told him that I have psychosis and he told me maybe the girls sense that I have psychosis. So, they don’t want to be with me.

HOLY MOTHER OF COW SHIT.

I never expected such stuff from a priest.

I mean if you want to lie, then lie. But for crying out, how can the girls sense that I have psychosis if I don’t tell them?

That is way too twisted.

I can face the truth and that darn lie just made me feel really bad.

GOD.

You call him your servant?

Sorry…

I had to say it out.

It’s not like I have good relationships with priests.

I will stop there.

God knows that I deserve someone and he has finally given me BabyBoo.

I will not even attempt to reveal who the priest is. Mentioning this already is something that I shouldn’t have done.

Forgive me Father.

God bless.

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