This is from a prior three posts elsewhere. But I thought it should be a thread just by itself.
Pondering on something
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Oh sheeeessh…I just realized what I’m going to write……
Time to go to the writing board…….when it’s the day time, obv….
Finally, someone noticed this thread.
I didn't read all that but yes im a a figment of your imagination. I only exist because you ate to many beans.
Actually read it.
Are you a figment of my imagination. And I have never been talking to anyone this entire time. That this is all made up. And my mind is just making conversations with itself, learning from itself. What if all of you are just my imagination giving me friends, and all of my successes in life are just a lie. And I have never woken up yet. It’s just one dream. And after tonight is over, I’m back in my old house, and my parents have just divorced, and a totally different outcome in my life happens instead. All the friends I have made, and all of the things I have learned is just made up? That it’s just one long lie I have been telling myself, to keep me hoping for something better than just soon to be incoherent shouts, where all the days start merging. And I am forced to live my life in anguish, as I long for what could have been real.
There has come to be several times where I have played out entire days in my dreams, from morning to end. None the wiser until I have actually woken up.
So what’s to say that there isn’t a possibility in which I created this entire world to myself. I can choose to free myself of all of my struggles, and yet what is stopping me? I could muster up all the strength in my mind to control what everyone says if I focused hard enough. So I have been giving everyone around the globe their problems, and the weight of the world is in my hands. I have created this mess. And what shall I do, if I can not fix it?
Shall everyone else hate me, or am I merely hating myself. Am I hating myself for what I have put myself into, or do I hate others for letting me.
im puzzled.