If We are in a Simulation…Who Cares?

In defense of staying in this world.

See the redhead? Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash

When I was a child, I had seizures. I hallucinated constantly (from the seizures and the meds). I came to distrust basically everything I saw — I usually waited for confirmation from more than one sense to decide if something was “real.”

And so, the idea that I was dreaming became my baseline normal, and convincing myself the world was actually, in fact, real…became my thought experiment.

I had to try extra hard to care about what was happening around me, because I was very disassociated. All of my memories are of me looking down at myself. This disassociating came in handy when I cut off the tip of my finger and had it reattached (I felt nothing and laughed as they reattached it), but it means I need a cheerleader when it comes to getting excited about goals and my life direction.

I’m not naturally invested in this simulation —

I see a lot of people playing with this idea. As a child, I came to this conclusion:

If we are in a simulation…who cares?

We are not well-designed for objective truth.

This is going to be a hard one to accept. This might feel like bitter medicine. But while humans have the gift of logic, we are inherently emotional…