I’m in California and we’re taking the COVID-19 seriously. We’re allowed out for essentials like food, gas, drive-thrus, etc. No gatherings of people taking place here unless you’re with family. Things are not back to normal here yet.

As far as activities, I have a dog and walk him a couple of times a day. I have one surviving sibling, we talk a few times a week. I exercise regularly. I have plenty of things to do. I have projects I’m working on but that still doesn’t take away the loneliness.

Things aren’t getting much better for me. It’s just me and the dog. The guy I hired to do handyman work on my house turned out to be abusive and beat me up a couple of times. I had to call the police and now have a Temporary Restraining Order against him.

Never in my life have I been involved with an abusive man. I was extremely generous and the reason he beat me up was that I asked for my keys back and wouldn’t give him $54. Yes. He busted out the passenger window in my car and then pulled me out of the driver’s seat by the collar and drug me along his concrete driveway. Luckily I had my phone in my hand and 911 was on the line. Six squad cars showed up. He had gone back into his apartment when he found out they were on the line because he was planning on hitting me. After a half a dozen threatening phone calls later that evening, the next morning he calls and professes his love for me.

I haven’t spoken to him in nearly a month yet he keeps calling and texting. I can’t have him arrested because the court date had been moved out to June and I was waiting until 5 days before the court day to serve him but now it’s two weeks away and I have to find someone to serve him because it’s too late to have the Sheriff do it. I’m just trying to minimize the level of violence should there be any. I have not protection from him.

I’m disabled and survived a traumatic brain injury as a result of a texting driver. I thought the best move for me would be to move to a warm climate and live in state that has medicinal marijuana. I was showing early signs of Parkinson’s Disease according to my neurologist. I struggled with dismal diagnosis for five years until I say another neurologist who basically said that I didn’t have Parkinson’s. I’m still processing that.

I had prepared to live my live one way and now that I have the physical and mental freedom from PD, the possibilities are endless. My life looks a whole lot different to me except I can’t overcome this endless streak of bad luck that I keep encountering. Here I am looking for someone to drywall my bedroom because the handyman did such a sloppy job and didn’t finish the work, I have to pay someone to finish it. Just about everything he touched has to be redone. He has the nerve to expect me to finish his website. ??? Trusting people is a downfall.

Trading in my Lexus for my convertible dream car with Carvana. The convertible top is broken and will cost $18,000 to fix. I bought the warranty with the car but they are reluctant to fix the car because of the cost. It sat at the dealer for more than a week. I have to call Carvana to get them to call the warranty company to expedite the repair. The only person talking to me is the guy at the Nissan dealer, he let me know that the car was going to be fixed. Neither Carvana nor the warranty company bothered to call me. I finally have a car with an operational convertible top but all the trouble I went through. Not my fault.

How much bad luck can I possibly have? I don’t see any positives in any of this. No takeaways either. This is just the tip of the iceberg.

I’m probably too attentive because I know what it’s like to talk about something and be ignored. Sometimes people just want to be heard because they have something they need to talk about. I can listen without interrupting. It’s amazing what you can learn from just listening to people. Feigning interest and cutting someone off which passes for listening sometimes doesn’t really do the trick.

I’ve really wanted to open up to someone but I was cut off and dismissed before I could even do so. I didn’t even have a chance to talk on and on, it wasn’t that serious. If I run into some that talks alot that’s different than talking to someone who has something they need to talk about. Big difference. I try to make myself available to the person who needs to talk and be polite to the talker.

I never had much respect for people who fall into groups/gangs and believe what person X says about Y. They only believe the gossip/lies because they want to. No one is forcing them to, it’s a choice. Like my next door neighbors, one was speaking to me until I had problems with the other one and then she stopped speaking to me yet she thinks it’s okay to cut through my driveway to visit the other neighbor. No, it isn’t. That’s being disrespectful. You don’t speak to me but want to use my driveway. No.

This is the most ridiculous behavior I’ve seen since junior high. I don’t like any of these people. I don’t have anything to say to them so they can continue ignoring me. They have no redeeming qualities that I can ascertain. So until then it’s just me the dog and the contractor. Lonely at times but I’m okay.

Thanks for the perspectives.