Letters from Sanford Street # 484

I guess that didn't work. For some reason, I get the feeling that it just isn't something that is going to work for me going forward.

How do I explain this. It almost feels like people want to make my life difficult.

I'm not expecting life to be easy, I just don't think that life needs to be unnecessarily hard. I guess it's just that way.

I'm going to forget about working a second job for the time being, and just focus on cutting spending.

Nightmare. A real fucking nightmare.

So I quit my job at the gas station. I really just couldn't work there. I'm not sure if it was incompatibility with the company culture, or, maybe they just didn't want me there.

And honestly, I don't have to work anywhere I'm not welcome.

There's this concept in psychology called gaslighting, and, as I understand the concept, a person who gaslights another person makes an effort to instill a sense of self-doubt in another person, and that's honestly not the kind of thing I really have to deal with.

So I really just need to hold on to as much money as I can. I might try to find another day job, or another way to come up with more money.

I really think that having cash on hand is the best defense against assholes.

But this is something I came across. This treatment is something I came across those last few months in Missouri. It felt like it just wouldn't go away, and it felt like it was coming from everybody.