The "Janessa" Scientology Debacle. (April Fool's?)

A portrait of a young man's digital neuroticism. Accompanied by a several-in-numbers blog series on Tumblr, mastheading the spirit of the new incarnation and excursion into blogging, so boldly envisioned, at the outset, to feature dalliances, du jour, of a young tech-sector fringe guy, who made it, by the day, post by post, on craigslist; exclusively. Ostensibly, the homeless millionaire grows out of his material wanderlust; now finding luxury in love, and substantiation of the pursuit of the daily du jour, as it comes, hit or miss. The accompanying Tumblr blog post is included, below; perhaps for concurrently "taking it in;" "it," being here: the background and circumstances which made this series of events notable; in slight tabloid, local celebrity form, with a loose structure of summary, debriefing, and some analysis. https://dalliancedujour.tumblr.com/post/159967873175/a-portrait-of-a-young-mans-digital-neuroticism The gist of it? A "career in tech" guy finds himself tripping about, in a post-incarceration, post-group home living, via social work programs; now is found in the existential space of being deferred from a 9-5 opportunity, at the advice of his psychiatrist, who urges that the man enters drug rehab, beyond all other options in life. During enrollment in the program, the man encounters his dream girl (Vanessa); the successful, sustainable graphic designer, for fashion brands. The girl, within reach, demographically, yet the man finds himself jilted, by doldrums, every time he's encountered her, several times, over the years. Post-Russian wife annulment, and other notable break-ups. Is this actually her? Shown up, for registration, in drug rehabilitation, also? At exactly the same time, of enrollment? How unicorn. As it turns out, however, the intake counselor calls the young lady in, first; come to discover, her name is "Janessa?" Such moment for introspective reflection. Yet, despite all coincidences of cosmic proportions, in magnitude, it's 'circa' the guy's 35th birthday (post birthday), which happens to fall around April 1st. (April Fool's?) And then... a neurotic modern day fabled lore; ostensibly notable, at minimum. Worthy of substantiating a new flowchart workspace app, suited particularly for, perhaps, such a timely unraveling of the post-mid-level C-suite slash self-employed LA dream boy guy's ego, wrapped up in a digital cobweb of post dream boy lifestyle; fallout. Alternately: This is an infographic I made up to depict the exigent circumstances behind several communication attempts I made to a lady I thought I recognized while I was signing up for rehab, an episode which spun out in to a month-long debacle, in my mind. The fallout lead to several existential crises in terms of past relationships, 5, 10, 15, 20 years ago. The concept of the piece is that it should denote the complexity in the neurotic person's mind behind some of the "mad" communications "we've all received" from "that someone," (in this case, I was that someone to somebody else, subjectively speaking).