Color Blindness

Tuesday, January 21st, 2025 - 10:39AM

What an exciting fucking week. What a wild day yesterday was. What a difficult thing to try and sort through. 

I could be talking about politics. I could be talking about my personal life. I could be talking about a lot of things. It doesn’t matter what I’m talking about.

What matters is how you, the reader, receive this message. How you receive the millions of signals you are sent on a relentless daily basis. 

I’ve been working on listening recently. I’m not certain that I’m getting any better at it. I’ll never be a satisfactory listener. I’ll always miss things. Some part of me will always remain oblivious. I’ll always hear what I want to hear, and I’ll always search for signals that aren’t there. 

That’s a difficult thing to cope with. 

How can I feel dead certain about something I am experiencing and how it pertains to me? Things are changing every fucking day. Screaming out that we are living in a simulation no longer feels like a joke. It’s just become a word to identify a fear that lives within all of us.

Our president’s inaguration speech was a fun watch. An incredible insight. Parts were difficult to listen to. Other parts stood out clear as day.

“We will form a society that is color blind.”

I have a cousin who’s color blind. He plays Uno like shit.

But, for those of you who have lightly skimmed this far, Uno is a boring fucking game, and sometimes you’ve gotta spice it up. I’d rather fuck with my cousin and laugh my ass off than politely place my cards down one by one.

imagine reading the rules to Uno and taking that game seriously