Chey’s Lounge

Okay here we go. Not today, but I think I am going to write a post about “PLURIBUS” soon. I will give sufficient warning if there are any spoilers. Someone walked in on me (in an extremely open and public place) when I wasn’t expecting it today while I was sitting down on the ground. I wonder what she thought. I feel violated! Okay, over it. Back to the show. Well, shows. I’m in the mood to watch another show to stop me from missing the world in that one! I feel like I should prob do Breaking Bad or Better Call Saul. Idk though. We’ll see. I’ve been listening to different YouTube videos about pluribus today. I’ve written a few random things that have come up and stood out to me in the videos I watched throughout the day. Sometimes things just get me mad and I don’t know what to do about it. One thing I wrote down that makes me mad to think about is, “Privacy for me, not for thee.” The idea of having a right to privacy  is one that is eroding into a nice idea of the past. It feels like we don’t just need to watch what we say, but also what we think. I hate that people with enough money are excluded from this. I simply don’t get how we as a society have allowed people to amass so much private property and to do so much to maintain privacy. Sucks that we don’t get that right. We’re all so dumb, we can just fix this. Jk, we can’t because people would rather keep the status quo than risk taking action that may benefit anyone other than them. What is theater, exactly? Not just what is it, but what in our lives is theater? I’m thinking about that one interview with someone with seemingly intimate awareness of what Mossad is up to who said something along the lines of them being the directors of the world. I’m just a stupid character who doesn’t even know her lines. But I’m playing my part as they’ve intended, I’m sure. Sometimes I wish I could control what people think and feel until I think about the idea of someone else doing it to me. Now that I think about it, I think I may allow people to control what I think and feel way more than I should. I guess I should work on that. I think I’ve already said that a few times. Oh well, we’ll keep trying. So many ways to manipulate people. Stinks that it’s so hard to realize one is being manipulated in the moment. I guess that’s the point! What is love? Baby, you’re hurting me. What’s real? What’s fake? What is simulated?