Lately I have been thinking a lot about ‘reality.’
What the heck IS reality? And how is my reality different than yours?
This morning, when I stepped outside, I stopped and thought “what the fuck is all this?” The snow, the cars, the buildings. It’s all so odd.
Reality is subjective. I really, truly understand that now. I do keep banging my head against the wall, trying to get people to understand and validate my reality. But 1) many people don’t care to think about this/don’t get why the hell it’s so important to me right now; 2) I can’t make people understand my reality…. I just CAN’T, and that is the nature of subjective reality 3) me talking about this makes me sound coocoo bananas, and alienates people, when what I really want to do is try to connect.
I am sort of tripped out because TVs and cars and whatnot are made out of dirt… essentially. THAT’S WEIRD. That’s so weird that it’s just plain fanciful, for pete’s sake. We’re flitting around on this planet, eating dirt, wearing dirt, giving birth to more dirt, playing with magical distractions made of dirt…. essentially.
Hmmmm.
