Guess what lies ahead!

I mean, fuck, I like bed. I like sleep. I like cozy blankies I like napping, I like to eep. I like Z catching and wink catching and counting sheep. I like doing beddie bye shit. Snooze it? Honk mimi

Everytime i see people complain about Jax TADC being a closeted transfem & getting annoyed with it cause it was “rushed” will always remind me of when i started coming out to people who knew me my whole life and kept going on about how there “werent any signs” i was a girl, like no There Were Signs, you just didnt know where to see them

Did the production crew on the Truman Show train him to respond a certain way to the paid advertisements. Because I have to imagine maybe it wouldn't go over well for a brand re: advertisement if Truman himself seemed bored/disinterested during the ad. So when he was a small child, did they Pavlov him into enjoying the experience of having an ad delivered at his face. Did they slip him a treat or pair the ads with events like Christmas or his birthday every time they did an ad, so that he would subconsciously want to pay attention to an ad, because his brain subconsciously associated being advertised to with only good things/rewards? How about the brands with the more subtle advertising? How many millions if not billions were spent on Truman to be fed a certain brand of pasta or soft drink, to enjoy toys from a particular brand? Truman hypothetically only knowing the toy store as the Fischer Price store. "Come on, Nestle is your favorite!" How much of his life and particularly his childhood was constructed around selling advertisements to people watching his life on TV, who were influenced by his being influenced? Can you imagine a fond childhood memory like "hot dog lunch Tuesday" at your school where you remember being hyped up by your teachers to enjoy getting to go outside and eat hot dogs, only to learn that this was engineered entirely as a product placement for Oscar Meyer? How much despair might you feel if your entire existence, your most cherished experiences, your childhood nostalgia, everything you had, was centered around using you to sell someone else you didn't even know existed a brand of toothpaste? That your entire life, even if you didn't know it, was an extraction of labor, starting from your very birth? What would you do then? What would you do?