Chey’s Lounge

I’ve been trying to think of a good way to convey the idea that history is more often the summation of what is convenient than the entire truth. I hate to say it, but it does have the word, “story” in it. I’ve been thinking about how to say it for so long that I don’t even remember what triggered me to write about it LOL. How about mass public surveillance? How are we feeling about the evolution of that? How is it globally compared to domestically? Just hate thinking about false narratives. Hate not knowing. Hate hating things (or maybe I don’t?)! 

Not sure what to do today… it’s early… I wonder if I will take a nap. I have to squeeze Beans (incontinent wiener dog soon). Thinking about how people get so angry when you question their “strong” beliefs. Maybe they’re not so strong if you get so angry about people disagreeing? Any connection between energy and anger regarding determining fact from fiction, what is good and bad, or “evil?” Do people leave traces of themselves behind wherever they go? Is this why man craves walking where others have (and have not) walked before them? Why am I asking so many questions? Do we pick up on something subconsciously? Is this partially why people like autographed or worn memorabilia? 

Who knows. Much to consider. I wonder what I will eat today. I do regret not being born at a time where I could watch a flock of passenger pigeons fly overhead. At the same time, maybe if they were directly overhead I’d be scared. Maybe I’d actually hate it and I’d be afraid of the poops from their butts… 

I was really down about the Iran… conflict and was hoping it would resolve, but it won’t, so I guess life must go on. Here I am, writing again. I’m not sure what my goal is this time around. I basically made it to 6 months last time, but definitely had less to say towards the end. Maybe. I’m not sure what it was. Just feels a little. Idk. Maybe I’ll figure it out. 

I figured now would be a good time to start. October 1st. Nice time of year in this neck of the woods. Some things start changing. Others stay the same, dutifully reminding us of their place. Wish I could be like that? Maybe not. I feel so embarrassed so easily… sometimes. I should really try to figure that out. Omg. So much to figure out, everyone. See? Some things are constants.  

Omg I feel like I should probably save this for another post, who knows, maybe I did? Anyways, anyone else’s mind just like group people into pairs? If people look alike or give off the same vibe to me, I mix them up constantly and my mind almost thinks of them as like twins. Sometimes I think of them as good and evil, like Jacob and the Man in Black from LOST. 

Speaking of players and games, black and white, good versus evil (I wasn’t really). Takes a bad person to start Deshaun Watson in fantasy football. Guilty as charged… Speaking of, time to just post this, almost time to watch my starting QB and D/ST. 

Well, don’t get your hopes up for anything of substance, but I couldn’t let this title I thought of go to waste lol. Guys, things are Not looking good, I really don’t know what the path forward from here, never mind from where we actually end up, could be. I colored 2 dozen eggs by myself LMAO. We just need to try our best to I am manifesting good health for everyone. I don’t really love the state of most things right now. Who wants to make it better though? Some people. Just hard. Maybe it’s not. Maybe we all need to just work together and ostracize those who oppose our mission. What’s our mission? Idk. A future where a single income or 2 people working part time jobs can afford to live an average life. How do we cut out fraud when entire industries are built around it. It’s interesting how my phone knew to suggest industries there. I hope everyone is holding up. I feel very frozen lately! I feel like when I was in school, like I can’t do anything else that requires like any mental bandwidth because I should be doing the thing. I feel like I should be preparing for the worst but it’s just like a lot LMAO. I feel so dramatic too. But I also don’t? Idk. It’s just been a really weird purgatory-like experience for me lately. I don’t think heaven is what’s waiting for me on the other side though.

please. I’m begging. Pick an egg. Your favorite.

It just all feels so over! It feels like before March of 2020 and I have no idea how to prepare. What’s there to even do?

I’m addicted to spending every free moment thinking of Pokopia.

my back hurts. Can’t stop thinking about Pokopia and all of my troubles. I feel sad about hundreds of dead children and mothers (sorry men). I just idk. Feels sad. I’m not that sad, but I kinda am if I think about it. I feel like I’m a part of a big awful machine. I don’t want to be.

I saw something on the Internet that was really good, but I’m not sure of the original source. It’s about Trump. Here it is, “he’s making everyone around him wear shoes that don’t fit”. That’s just how it be feeling. Like I have to walk around like everything is fine but im uncomfortable. I don’t feel right

On my way to the loo. Pray no one is in here. It smells good actually. Can’t complain

I MISSED LAST NIGHT BC HEADACHE