Have you ever heard of The Truman Show? It was a movie from 1998 about a man who was the star of a live TV show, but he had absolutely no clue that his life was scripted and everyone around him was an actor. I mention this movie because I am starting to legitimately wonder, am I Truwoman? Seriously, let’s think about this. First, it was a virus that shut down the whole world, then UFOs, then murder hornets, then a monkey on a motorcycle trying to kidnap a baby, and NOW we have mutating world virus!? This can’t be real life. Are my ratings bad? Did my writers quit and two random guys from a dispensary in LA take over? I think about this everyday. I have so many questions….
Did the Mayan calendar really end because a Mayan seer looked ahead and thought, “Nope. That crap isn’t real; has the maize fermented? Just call it a day and close it down.”
Has the government been infiltrated by aliens who are trying to incite us into offing ourselves? “Eh. Listen, Zugnot, this is a nice planet and everything, but war takes a lot of effort. Let’s just whip these idiots into a frenzy and have them do all the work for us.”
Was there a wizard bet to see how much insanity they can feed us muggles before we start to question its legitimacy? “Hey, Arwin, I really thought they would crack at the bike monkey; Let’s double or nothing here and throw in some turtle zombies.”
I’m having a really hard time reconciling all of this. Am I the only one? I wake up every morning a little clenched as I scan the headlines. What fresh hell do we have happening today? I don’t even know what to think.
I suppose I will just keep trying to find my gratitudes and look forward to our new reality. Whatever that means. But, let me go on record as saying, if I am Truwoman, all that weird stuff I say or do when I think I am alone? I totally do it on purpose. You know, for ratings.
General Musings of a Gen Xer 