I just had a scene from a story pop into my head. The protagonist meets Ronald Reagan. The president asks what is our hero's favorite Reagan movie, but the protagonist only knew one: Bedtime for Bonzo, which was a running gag in the 80s. Comically, Reagan the character professes it was one of his favorites, too.
I sit alone in a room and have no idea what normal people know.
Does everyone know the emphysema is now like AIDS, in that you just take your medicine for the rest of your life and can live normally? My mother smoked herself into full blown emphysema over twelve years ago and all she had to do was quit smoking and use an expensive inhaler. She doesn't even carry around an oxygen tank yet, but by now she can't talk and walk at the same time.
I'm a hyperlexical AuDHD with cPTSD and EDS. Whew! A generation ago I just would have been Asperger's.
I'm an autodidactic polymath.
I'm some kind of online oracle, but don't know how or why. I'm probably one of those fucked-up CIA experiments from the 70s. They make movies about me.
I was raised atheist. The Matrix is religious power, albeit run by secular agency, and I was born outside it. I'm stuck in the desert of the real.
I'm perpetually overwhelmed by empathy. I call it "intellectual empathy". I can't track my own emotional state well enough to process empathy like a normal person, but by kicking it upstairs to my mind it ends up applying to everyone and everything.
Nothing makes sense any more. It is $1050/mo for a campsite with an electric hookup and $550/mo for non-subsidized government housing in a converted hotel room with kitchen, tub/shower, and queen bed.
My only guess is that they are earning over $500/mo datamining me through the "free" wifi.
I remember borrowing the neighbor's VCR to dupe the one porn tape the teenagers could get and watching that grainy stuff, but...why? Slumming? Recapitulating extinct hassle?