Derp in Current Events

My dreams have been… cohesive? Lucid lite. Last night my dream was hilarious. It had a serious tone to it as an anti-hero blockbuster staring Shangela from Rupaul’s Drag Race. Not in drag though. He had a forbidden love with a reptilian and after a speed chase his lover died and he was captured. He was rescued by some underground organization who believed him to possess supernatural abilities. Those abilities were just perfect aim whenever he threw something. I woke up wanting to laugh because his aim was perfect but he couldn’t catch a damn thing. I guess that’s what I get for falling asleep listening to a David Icke interview with a man in Africa about their robbed history about reptilians. I’m not convinced of all conspiracy theories out here in the land of truthers. No mam. It’s entertainment at the very least. I need a good epistemology to hold one up. A lot of them do possess that and those have to exist within me now because they are dark and heavy. Just believing everything in the news was easier. Never questioning what I’m taught was easier. So many of my beliefs came from there. Just being dictated what to think. I miss the illusion that the world was safe, that governments cared and that the news would never lie. I got to just hide in my own little bubble and get upset when people tried to make me think differently.

Someone I grew up around likes to poke fun at me on socialist media. I wasn’t nice to him growing up so I’m just taking it. He thinks everything that he doesn’t understand is stupid and just there for him to laugh at. I don’t need to give that narcissism any supply. It’s just weird to see someone with tiny tiny thinking acting like he has absolutely everything in life figured out. Whatever he doesn’t have figured out he just laughs at. I usually only get that from boomers who hadn’t figured out that they’re out of touch and have been left behind. I told him to not worry about what I’m saying if he is that confident about having it all figured out. Narcissism is the herbicide of conversations, nothing ever grows there.

I have an interview tomorrow at a grocery store. It’s for an overnight shift. My mind is doing that thing where it wants to create a million problems to be overwhelmed about. The one issue that is worth being concerned about is that I have nowhere to sleep in this house during the day. I’m going to be completely wrecked. My mother, in one of my dreams last night, told me to just not show up for the interview. Don’t tempt me! A garden centre at a hardware store looked at my resume yesterday, I got that e-mail update. I hope they call me, I’d rather work there. Millions cannot work right now so I’m going to just be grateful for the opportunity. I’ve seen the long long lines for the food banks in parts of America. That’s probably coming everywhere, a food shortage is absolutely imminent. China is now talking about having government officials in restaurants to make sure that everyone finishes every single bite that they order to not waste food. I want to laugh but that is how far left we all seem to be heading. The World Economic Forum wants us all to be like China and wants us all on their social credit. That’s just a fact. BuT iT WoUlD bE iN tHe NeWs If iT wAs TrUe. Face diapers are the new tinfoil hats.

Asteria is my inspiration. She is a crazy old lady that I used to work with way back when I worked in fast food. She is from the Philippines, she used to sell Tupperware to save up to come to Canada. She would only have bus fare one way across her city or to another town not knowing if she would make any money to return home. She did that for her kids to bring them to Canada so they could have all the opportunities she never did. Her son stayed in the Philippines and she would send him American money. I’ve met so many immigrants with stories like hers. There have been a lot of people in my life that hated anyone that came to Canada from India or the Philippines etc. They even hated my own ethnic group also. I don’t know why I stayed friends with them for so long? I’m feeling inspired this morning. Last night, after I turned off the David Icke interview people that inspired me started to cross my mind. They’re all women and they’re all from either of those two countries. They were brave and courageous, far more than I. I needed to counter the old habit of worrying.

My car is not starting today. I have to deal with that. I need a new battery most likely. It’s a 2011 Dodge caliber and still has the original battery. I’m so bad with my cars. Anyway, I should get on with my day now. I managed to sleep in today. Seriously though, magnesium supplements make me sleep better. Well, not so much at falling asleep but I feel more rested when I wake up. Blah, I shall deal with my car and then throw my resume around some more.