I’ve began to suspect that this world isn’t real, not real at all. I think that what I perceive as the world around me, the people I interact with, and everything else, is just a figment of my imagination. Its not real, none of it. Not you, reading this; if even this text actually exists. Then again, it must do, because reality is what I perceive, is it not? This is a world of my design, after all.
For a long time I was puzzled by the fact that people would very often try to contact me at the exact time I woke up, or sat down in front of my computer. And I mean exactly then. And sure, it is just “coincidence,” right… Anyone with half a brain should know that coincidence can not, by its very nature, follow a clearly observable pattern. This would be very much against the very nature of those phenomena we deem as coincidental, or at least against the idea of coincidentality.
So, I put it to you, that I have ample evidence of not only the points mentioned above, but of other happenings that suggest that the world indeed revolves around me. And, being perhaps modest, I feel that the only reason that such an egocentric place could exist, would have to be due to the fact that it is a construct of my mind. At this moment I am still not sure if this construct is of my own design, or due to some outside influence.
However, if such outside influence does exist, it means that I must have a physical, corporeal form of some kind, outside of this perceived reality, or lack thereof. I shall endeavour to find out whether this be so, and also the purpose of such an exercise. I choose to disbelieve the illusion of this reali-
