Dance Party Courtesy of the Weeknd

 

So… I’m not really a big dancer.  At least, not like, freestyle dancing. I’m too self-conscious for it! I mean… no, I’ll pass on that. Now I do enjoy dancing with a partner, mostly because they lead and it’s easy to follow… (with most partners, that is.)  I mean, I enjoyed swing dancing in high school, and I took ballroom dancing in college which was fun… I enjoy watching others dance, I just… not for me! Except for this one night…

Antonio had told me the television was actually all about me! Which… apparently is a manic thing. But when you’re in the hospital, you are on camera the entire time, so it’s not really a stretch to think people could be watching you.

Like, maybe a lot of people are watching you.

Like, a Superbowl Stadium full of people cheering is watching you.

Now… the thing is, I was trying to not watch any TV while I was up there, on principle. I believe, and still do believe, the TV is used to brainwash people with propaganda, you watch TV PROGRAMMING to be PROGRAMMED by the TE-LIE-VISION, what you “think” you see. There is only an illusion of choice with the TV, it is all controlled by 6 people in the end, globalists and satanic people who actually want you dead.  And the stars? The Hollywood elite on TV and movies and in the music industry? They’re all freemasons who… their end goals for humanity are disturbing, I’ll leave it at that. If you know any masons, try to get them out of it, because freemasonry is no good. I watched this disturbing documentary on freemasons a few months ago and it’s still stuck with me. Anyhow, I think the TV contributes and will contribute to the strong delusion Paul warns about. I think… either the night after the Super Bowl or the night after that, I went on the attack against the TVs in the hospital. (I had had a little too much apple juice, the sugar went to my brain a bit… but I had planned it out in my mind already, what I was going to do, I wasn’t able to pull it off though, but I did get a shot, and I’m not sure my point got across as well as I’d wanted it to, but you know… thankfully no TVs actually got hurt in the attack, because that might have injured me and others, and the TV did become more amusing to me as the week went on…)

I don’t know if you can really understand the feeling of thinking you are being watched by the whole world. And that, in live time, at a live event like the Super Bowl, you are being cheered on. I don’t know how to describe it.  For one thing, you actually pay attention and watch, and wonder. Whew, that feeling is quite a rush. It’s worn off now, don’t worry, but, it was fun while it lasted. 

So… the halftime show that year was The Weeknd. Now, I don’t know if I knew The Weeknd before that night, but let me tell you he made an impression on me that night! Because, now, I already told you, I do NOT, under any circumstances, freestyle dance… but that 15 minute halftime show was totally an exception. 

I remember my leg sliding out, and then it was like, I couldn’t help but dance, I was being compelled around that hospital room!  I am sure the nurses were laughing at me. I don’t know what took over, but I was all over the place, and it was a whole lot of fun. Until the very end when I almost got in a fight, because I pissed off another patient with my dancing shenanigans. I totally get it from her POV. A, no one wants to be in the psych ward in the hospital. B, she was hoping to just have a moment of normalcy and enjoy the Superbowl. But I stole the spotlight. She seriously was about to jump on me, the staff intervened. I apologized profusely later on, and she just glared at me. You can’t be friends with everybody. I won over most people in the psych ward those 12 days. She wasn’t one of them.