My longest held theory on life is this: I’m the sole subject of some fuckt experiment where the situations I am put in each day, the people who speak in my vicinity, all this happens so that the people running the experiment can take notes on my reaction. Some assumptions I have with regard to this theory:
Everyone in the world knows everyone else and they (you included) know of the experiment and that I’m the guinea pig. People who I’m supposed to believe are strangers to one another communicate with each other while I’m asleep or in some other way not able to be aware of their communicating.
Everyone has a role in this experiment. All of you are very good actors/actresses. Even those of you who don’t confront me directly, but talk amongst yourselves loud enough for me to hear what you’re saying, even you recite your lines beforehand. Anyone who looks at me eye to eye knows they are going to do so days earlier, because they read the “script”. All the events are planned to occur, the only thing unknown is my reaction. Things reported in the news probably never happen, they are reported solely to get a reaction out of me.
It makes little sense to take what I find attractive about this theory and ignore the less nice implications it has. Such an attitude is selfish and unproductive. So, one of the less nice implications I must be willing to accept, if I accept this theory, is that my supposed family is not my family at all. I may in fact have no family whatsoever. The entire concept of family and the creation of a fetus via sex might be in reality very far from the truth. A somewhat nicer theory is that the international mind web doesn’t exist, and that we are all guinea pigs in this experiment, in which case I can have my family. If this is true, then I also believe that what sets me apart is that I’m the only one who has become aware of the experiment, which explains the look of disbelief and doubt I get from anyone I try to convince of my theory. Whatever the case may be, I’m acutely aware of an ever-present sense that at any moment the reality I live inside may shatter and I will find myself somewhere entirely different, perhaps not even resembling my former self or remembering the past.