How do normal people deal with all the Gaussian noise in their heads? Thinking and worrying about everything until they collapse from exhaustion?
For example, while I generally agree with Trump’s deportation of murderers strategy for the security of the nation, I think it’s inevitably going to end badly. How can it not? Murderers. Rapists. Parking offenders. Those who say Barthelona. Where is the line, and who decides where it is drawn? Absolute power corrupts absolutely. Moral outrage is outrageously amoral.
I’ve read all the dystopian sci-fi novels as a teenager; scenarios of social classes and economic levels pitted against an excessively funded paramilitary force never end well for the huddled masses yearning to be free.
I fear I might be approaching insanity, and stockpiling jars of urine for my protection against the CIA mind controllers is right around the corner.
I’m turning in a direction at the next corner, with no signal! Good luck everybody!
—DG
Inside Doug's Head 