You’ve heard about how our world’s leading scientists are saying that there’s a 99% (it could be 90% or 50% I’m not sure) we are living in a simulation.
In other words, the world we live in is merely a computer game.
This idea fascinated me. I mean to say, what the hell? Someone else is dressing me every day? It would be like living in SIMS City. Someone else decides what hairstyle I have and what I wear every day. God I wish it was true, so many less choices to make.
So after fixatedly researching quite a lot about it on the Internet and having numerous fights with Scotto because I wouldn’t emerge from my rabbit hole on the Internet to contest him in The Chase at 4:30 every evening, I came to a conclusion.
(Yes, Scotto and I zealously compete when watching The Chase every afternoon but it invariably ends in a fight because he wins and then I argue that he’s answering too quickly with wrong answers denying me the opportunity to get in with the correct answer and … you know the rest.)
My ruminations regarding the theory that we’re living in a simulation gave me an idea. Every time I am on the Internet there’s a glitch. Either my mouse won’t work or the page won’t load or it’s going slow… or something.
This idea fascinated me. I mean to say, what the hell? Someone else is dressing me every day? It would be like living in SIMS City. Someone else decides what hairstyle I have and what I wear every day. God I wish it was true, so many less choices to make.
So after fixatedly researching quite a lot about it on the Internet and having numerous fights with Scotto because I wouldn’t emerge from my rabbit hole on the Internet to contest him in The Chase at 4:30 every evening, I came to a conclusion.
(Yes, Scotto and I zealously compete when watching The Chase every afternoon but it invariably ends in a fight because he wins and then I argue that he’s answering too quickly with wrong answers denying me the opportunity to get in with the correct answer and … you know the rest.)
My ruminations regarding the theory that we’re living in a simulation gave me an idea. Every time I am on the Internet there’s a glitch. Either my mouse won’t work or the page won’t load or it’s going slow… or something.
Computers are unreliable.
I think if we are a simulation of the entire universe then there must be glitches, right?
So I looked up to the skies and asked for a glitch.
I think if we are a simulation of the entire universe then there must be glitches, right?
So I looked up to the skies and asked for a glitch.
I begged, I prayed, “Dear Controller, please show me a glitch!”
Scotto did too because after listening to me in the car for 30 minutes raving on about living in a simulation I had him convinced (or brainwashed/nagged to death) that we are, indeed, holograms.
The very next day I received a Facebook message.
The very next day I received a Facebook message.
That’s not unusual, I know.
But this Facebook message was from a very dear friend who died many years ago.
“That’s a sick joke, Pinky,” I hear you say.
It’s not a joke.
I did.
I know it sounds ridiculous but I really did.
So that was my glitch.
We live in a simulation.
All I can say is, I wish my controller would give me a better hairdo.
But this Facebook message was from a very dear friend who died many years ago.
“That’s a sick joke, Pinky,” I hear you say.
It’s not a joke.
I did.
I know it sounds ridiculous but I really did.
So that was my glitch.
We live in a simulation.
All I can say is, I wish my controller would give me a better hairdo.
And maybe make me a bit thinner.
P.S. I’m not going nuts or bullshitting. Can someone talk me out of this, please.
P.S. I’m not going nuts or bullshitting. Can someone talk me out of this, please.
Also, have you experienced any glitches?
