I used to do that a lot. I couldn't function properly because, I ended up spending the majority of my time questioning if things were real and if they weren't real, whether or not there was any point in living/achieving anything. It was very depressing and I got to the point in my questioning, where all I wanted to do was sleep all day and I just couldn't wait to die (it all made sense in the theory I created. Basically, dreams were real but, weren't permanent. Death was the only way to escape the current dream and enter the true reality.)
I would prefer to believe that this reality is real. It's better this way than it being like The Matrix. I would prefer to believe this least, I descend back into the dark side of existentialism! (Now if you don't mind, I must go to sleep. It's a good thing that it's the weekend because, I didn't sleep at all last night!)
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I used to do that a lot. I couldn't function properly because, I ended up spending the majority of my time questioning if things were real and if they weren't real, whether or not there was any point in living/achieving anything. It was very depressing and I got to the point in my questioning, where all I wanted to do was sleep all day and I just couldn't wait to die (it all made sense in the theory I created. Basically, dreams were real but, weren't permanent. Death was the only way to escape the current dream and enter the true reality.)
I would prefer to believe that this reality is real. It's better this way than it being like The Matrix. I would prefer to believe this least, I descend back into the dark side of existentialism! (Now if you don't mind, I must go to sleep. It's a good thing that it's the weekend because, I didn't sleep at all last night!)