What if Life Was Just About You?

One morning, you wake up and feel it. That subtle shift in the air. The way the birds pause between chirps. The coffee machine starts brewing before you even touch it. Coincidence? You’ve always brushed it off.

But what if you were wrong to?

What if life isn’t a shared experience at all… but a simulation, staged entirely for you?

You Didn’t Begin — You Booted Up

Try to recall your earliest memory. Can you? Or does it feel curated, like a highlight reel from a film you didn’t direct?

Maybe your “past” childhood, family, school wasn’t lived, but loaded. Not lies, just a backstory compiled to give you context. You weren’t born. You were initialized.

Ever faked recognition when someone recalled a memory you don’t remember at all? Maybe it didn’t happen. Maybe it was coded into their script, not yours.

Old photos. Familiar faces. Moments that feel real yet detached, like theatrical props planted to keep the illusion running.

The Scripts Around You

Look closer. Are people really… people? Or are they behavioral scripts reactive lines coded to keep you company?

That coworker’s laugh that sounds just a little off. That stranger who seems to glitch when you ask something unexpected. That argument where the other person forgot key points minutes later. It’s not memory loss. It’s bad writing.

They’re not pretending. They just don’t know. Because there’s nothing behind the curtain.

Characters That Vanish

Some people disappear from your life without warning. Not through conflict or distance they simply fade.

What if they were written out?

Have you ever met an old friend who barely remembers you? Maybe they were rebooted. Their script reset. Or maybe they were never supposed to return.

This isn’t coincidence. It’s pruning. The cast rotates, the plot shifts, the spotlight remains on you.

You Are the Variable

You’ve noticed it the feeling of being watched without eyes. The song on the radio echoing your thoughts. A stranger you keep seeing in different cities. A number that won’t stop appearing.

It’s not paranoia. It’s telemetry.

The world isn’t just reacting it’s recording. Testing. Modifying. Every delay, every betrayal, every triumph calibrated to see what you’ll do.

What if nothing in your life is random? What if every obstacle, every heartbreak, every impossible choice was a scripted test?

Not to break you but to study you.

When You Look Away, Does the World Keep Moving?

Close your eyes. Walk out of the room. Are the people inside continuing their lives? Or do they pause, like a cutscene waiting to resume?

That city you haven’t visited in years is it truly there, humming with life? Or is it dormant code, waiting to be rendered the moment you return?

Like a video game, maybe your world loads only what’s near. Everything else? Placeholder. Economized simulation.

Your Emotions Render Reality

Ever notice how your mood changes the world around you?

Your anxiety fills the air with static. Your clarity clears traffic. Your grief dims the sun.

Not metaphor. Mechanism.

You’re not reacting to the world. The world is reacting to you.

So… Now What?

If you’re the core of this simulation the main thread in a web of illusion how do you respond?

Do you scream in a crowded café just to see who breaks character? Do you disappear for weeks and observe whether the world notices? Or do you lean in own the performance and become the architect of your own design?

Before You Answer

Maybe you’re not the protagonist. Maybe you’re not even real in the way you thought.

But maybe just maybe the reason you’re reading these exact words, in this exact moment, is because the simulation wants to see what you’ll do next.

So tell me:

Do you still believe the people you love are real?

Or have you finally noticed…

this world was never really about them to begin with?