To All the Entitled People of Los Angeles #100DaysofSummer

By notoriouslysinglegirl, June 30, 2024

I react very badly when mediocrity throws a tantrum of entitlement

– Lee Siegel

As I walked down the sidewalk to my favorite coffee shop, Muddy Paw in Eagle Rock, I encountered a woman with her large orange husky blocking the sidewalk.

The woman, possibly a poorly aging millennial with white hair, sat mindlessly on a wooden bench watching her husky with the it’s leash strewn across the sidewalk blocking my path. As I approached the woman and her husky, the woman motioned me to “walk over” the husky’s leash across the sidewalk.

“It’s ok. Just walk over. My dog is nice,” she said.

I don’t know what she was thinking. Probably nothing since her expression from afar mimicked that of a dead persons. Flat affect. Bland expression. Very vanilla. But to clarify, she wanted me to walk over her dogs leash. A leash that was “blocking” a public sidewalk. A sidewalk that is paid for by taxpayers.

Had I chose to walk over the dogs leash and something happened to me, like I were to trip, or the dog was to become aggressive and I were to get injured, whose fault would it have been? It would have been my fault for letting this idiotic woman control my narrative and the public sidewalk.

Instead of following a mindless idiots control efforts, I stopped in-front of the leash and asked the woman to move the leash and her dog so that I could pass by.

She then got aggressive and said “oh really?”

“Yes! Really” I replied. “Its a public sidewalk and paid by taxpayers, so you need to move your dog!”

Of course she moved her dog out of the way, and perhaps much like the above quote, she is just “mediocre” and I do believe she’s an “NPC.”

Los Angeles, the land of entitled people and NPC’s

“It’s true. People are more entitled these days. Maybe it’s because of COVID, and people don’t know how to communicate ” the barista at the Muddy Paw coffee shop confirmed my query.

Maybe it’s just me. I’ve been living in Palm Springs where it’s kinda like living on the other side of the rainbow. People are just nice in the desert. They smile and say hello when you walk by. And they move their dogs out of the way because of course they don’t want to get sued if something crooked were to happen.

Not in Los Angeles

The other day, I attended the musical “A Strange Loop” at the Dorthy Chandler Pavilion in downtown Los Angeles. I had a great conversation with the ticket guy and he sold me what he claimed to be a “good” seat.

As I was escorted to my seat in the orchestra area, I sat next to another woman who seemed to be a poorly aging millennial and an NPC. She had a look of terror as she saw me approaching my “good” seat next her. As I sat next to her in my “good” seat, I smiled towards her, and I heard her mumble under her breath “I was hopeful.”

“The feeling is mutual I replied” still smiling.

You never know who you’re going to sit next to. You never know how that stranger can perhaps enrich your life or actually make it miserable. Clearly, the NPC sitting next to me didn’t care about any of those things.

Approximately, 30 minutes into the show, I started smelling vegan farts. I don’t know where they were coming from. Could have been from the NPC, but the smelly wafts were coming from the white heterosexual couple next to me. And then I decided to make my move to a row of unattended seats a few rows in front of me. I don’t blame the ticket salesman for selling me what he thought logistically was a “good” seat. I mean how could he have known about the entitled poorly aging NPC millennial woman and the heterosexual vegan fart couple?

We are living in a simulated reality

“We are living in a computer programed reality and the only clue we have to it is when some variable is changed and some alteration in our reality occurs.” The quote by Phillip K. Dick opens up the novel “The Simulation Hypothesis,” written by Rizwan Birk. Birk suggests that we are living in a “computer game” based reality. And if you’ve ever watched the movie “Free Guy,” you can see Birk’s theories come to life.

Dude, don’t block me in

On another day, while I was leaving the “Muddy Paw Coffee Shop“ in Eagle Rock, I noticed a white truck parking illegally in front of a driveway and blocking my car in so that I couldn’t leave.

“Excuse me, that’s my car,” I told the driver as he was getting out of his truck.

“Oh, I just have to give my card to this woman. Can you wait?” He replied.

I put my hands up as if to say “Really?”

“What? You can’t get out?” The guy who must be an NPC with no brains looks my way with a crooked smile and just smirks.

And like a good conscious alert person I respond to a question with another question “ Do you think I can get out?”

Which prompted the NPC to move his illegally parked truck out of my way so that I could leave.

Touché!

I must have earned bonus points for that one, or at least entered into another level in the simulated reality of Los Angeles.

How to WIN the simulation game

The way to WIN the simulation game is to be in the moment and in your awakened “conscious” mind. You also have to be in your POWER.

For example, if I was asleep aka not really paying attention to all the NPC’s around me creating dangerous situations in my path, not only were they making my life difficult, but they were also putting my life at risk. Very much like in a video game, your avatar could die by not saying the right thing or making the right move.

Entitlement vs. NPC

The question is: Are these NPC’s really entitled or are they unconscious. My theory is, they are unconscious and that’s what makes them NPC’s. And maybe they are stuck in some “strange loop” in their heads which keeps them stuck and once an empowered awakened being comes along, it also causes them to shift and look at the world in a different way.

I grew up in Los Angeles, and lived in Burbank for 18 years, I really don’t remember this level of entitlement. Maybe I was just “numb” to it or totally “unconscious” myself.

I really don’t think COVID created the entitlement. I think people in big cities choose to dissociate as a sort of trauma response to their mediocre lives.

After all, Einstein did say that doing the same thing over and over again equals insanity.