(I just have a couple more of these diary notes I found earlier this year during COVID-19 boredom)
Watched a TV commercial tonight. I’ve seen it before — a new Trans-Am drives up behind a Camaro and “eats” it, leaving behind a metal shell. The Trans-Am looks shiny black, tough, and powerful. Anyone who drives such a muscle car is powerful and nobody can withstand such a person!
My husband said I should have a Trans-Am. I decided, no. “Muscle cars” only give a human the illusion, the fantasy of being powerful and strong. They only make us “feel” power. In reality, we have no real power. We can’t even control our own bowel movements! Why play charades with illusions?