Bad News for all you Dwellars.
 

Last night as I was actually not even on the cellar, (go figure) I was informed by the Gruppenführer that not only was I spending too much time on the Cellar (as if, like, how is that even possible? but whatever) but that all of you are IMAGINARY!

I'm sorry to be the one to tell you, but you are just imaginary -- you aren't real. It isn't that you are not really my friends, it's that you don't even exist.

So, I'm not sure how this will pan out for all of you vis a vis your mortgages, tenure, job searches, pets dying, animals being born, kids going to college, and so on. My guess is that you should keep paying your mortgages and going to work and school and basically act as though you did, in fact, exist. At least until we get to the bottom of this.

I admit that I am still in a state of disbelief that some may say borders on denial.

I will go to work tomorrow because £28 makes a difference whether my life is imaginary or not.

A life of the imagination is better than none at all. Thank you, oh lard and creator.

I'm sure I don't prove out on paper. I was a bad idea.

22k posts makes you hard to write out of the narrative though.

I am tolerated like a bad cat.

Ha! Nice line.

When you wake up you'll realise I was all a dream.

If it indeed turns out I'm imaginary, Ima be pissed at somebody.:mad2:


ETA: But, if I am...Could you imagine me up a five foot tall, hundred pound redhead?

And a bag of weed?

Imagining ... visualising .. manifesting ... Ta-Daaaaa!

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You know what? Whew! I kept thinking there is no way this shit is for real. I always seemed more like a terrible tv show. I thought I was part of a Truman Show thing. It makes way more sense that I don't exist!

I'm just a fragment of your imitation.

thank goodness

"Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide. No escape from reality." Bah, humbug! One universe's imaginary is another universe's reality. I see them all through The Amazing Polymultiuniversal Technicolor Wormhole in my profile. Peek-a-boo!

I'll have something funny to say about this tomorrow.


If you're lucky.

So that's why my life doesn't make sense. It's just a figment of someone's imagination. Whew.

Well, I'm sorry you had to find out this way. But it was bound to happen sooner or later. No, Virginia, there really isn't a Santa Claus.

At least now Everything is Illuminated.

Pshaw.

I always knew it.


You imaginary guys are nerds.



eta - I had to google gruppenfuher. Nice use of the German, footy.

This is more true than we admit.

We all construct our realities based on our imaginings of what other people mean to us.

Jim DeGrasse-Helm just blew my fucking mind.

There are those who think ghosts are imaginary.

I can assure you, VISA is not among them...

Thank you, come again.

I'll be in raptures.

Always with the second coming promises, never with the second coming. You should be more like your cousing Ishmael. He's a schlepper, but an honest schlepper. When he says he'll schlepp, he schelpps. You could learn from him.

this is like that tree falling in the woods question ,
or the concept that Nothing exists the we dont view

We're all in the Matrix!

Zippyt, the philosophical dark horse. It's the upcoming surgery that's getting you all metaphysical isn't it?

Good luck.

What if we save Gepetto and Jiminy? Then will we be turned into real live boys and girls?

Dear Mr. Foots,

As your sock puppet, I request that you imagine that I win PowerBall.

I'm not sorry about ur gruppenfuher

Or insignificant in the greater sphere of day to day existence....:D