I had a dream.
People were lined up in front of, what began as, a supermarket. They approached one small, standing-height desk with an attendant, much like you would see at a movie theater. After passing off something and possibly getting a paper from the attendant they would proceed to another area; a counter, sectioned off from the lobby as in a bank.
I am confused beyond all comprehension. As usual… I just don’t understand what exactly it is that I am supposed to be doing right now.
And, no, this isn’t an existential crisis thing… this time. I’m talking about the topic of the month: Coronavirus.
And what the hell we’re supposed to be doing about it!
I was taking a walk after bingeing the first 3 seasons of “The Good Place” on Netflix. If you’ve seen it, you know what kinds of moral dilemmas they deal with. If you haven’t seen it, suffice it to say they deal with moral dilemmas albeit in a lighthearted yet emotional world.
Their dilemmas are of the ethical sort. Is it ok to lie? What if lying would save someone’s feelings? What if not lying would bring harm to people? Pretty much every plot thread is “can we lie or not”, “should I stick to my moral code all the time or not” , and “what does it mean to be human.” And also “love”.
Are internet celebrities attention hogs?
And I mean this in the nicest way possible… but…
I was recently talking to a former employee at my current place of employment, a.k.a., my job. We were talking about my exploits in the world of YouTubing. At one point he asked, “are you staying here?”
And I completely misunderstood…
So, I just saw another article about a school district that might go to a 4-day school week. There’s plans (at least in my state) to raise minimum wage to $15 per hour over the next 6 years. This past holiday season everyone complained about stores being open on Thanksgiving or Christmas. And as always, the Europeans’ lifestyle of taking regular holiday is in the minds of American workers as much as siestas and paternity leave.
And I’m just wondering where will it all end?
Ok, I’m getting really tired of this. I mean, who do people think they are? I am my own person. I can make my own decisions. If I choose to do something, wear something, style my hair a certain way, take part in an activity, or believe in something specific then that has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU!