Chey’s Lounge

Ladies and gentlemen, I really have to thank you all from the bottom of my heart. If you’ve read a single sentence I’ve written, you deserve some sort of award, or at the very least, deep appreciation sprinkled with a bit of admiration. I Do Not Like my own thoughts LOL. I was trying to sit with them this morning, as promised. I quite literally failed. I didn’t like it at all. This will be a journey. We aren’t uncovering our real core values quite yet. 

Speaking of disliking my own thoughts, I’m really not the biggest fan of reading over what I’ve written. That’s why there’s the occasional typo and the frequently awkward sentence structure. I’ll get over it eventually, right? I guess I have to read this dumb stuff over one day. I’m exaggerating a bit, I do read a little bit of this stuff occasionally. Depends on the day. Depends on the post. I read over most of my Melania Trump, The Hat Man post this past week because I decided to promote it. I have no real goal for this blog, so I just kinda decided to try it out, see what happens. I felt like that post was pretty good to try because it had some photos and it was also a little bit crazy. It actually got a little bit of attention on Tumblr. Most of the comments/tags are just like “hwhat?” LOL. I’m a little surprised people actually interacted with it. I don’t normally interact with too many sponsored posts, personally. However, this was literally just a weird post and I’m not selling anything, why not chuck it a like? Because it’s kinda insane? When has that stopped people from giving out attention? 

Even though seeing people say things like, “I can’t tell if whoever greenlit this should be fired or given a raise,” hits me like an 8-ball in the 80s, I’ll probably get sad about it the next time I’m feeling blue. It’s so hard to embrace being different despite the hits of dopamine that come from it. Sometimes I feel sad that I don’t really fit in or have any place in the world where I can be 100% myself because a lot of me is not likable. I need to start liking myself more. Idk how. Maybe I’ll figure it out soon. I think I better stop here before I get sad and ruin this high of enjoying it. I can totally see why people are assholes on the Internet. Attention is one hell of a drug and it doesn’t matter if it’s the purest opium or black tar heroin, that shit will hit and you will crave more. Act wisely.