JUST IN CASE I DON'T EXIST

What if everything is an illusion and nothing exists? In that case, I definitely overpaid for my carpet.

Woody Allen (1935 - )

A colleague of mine told me around two months ago, thoughtfully, politely, not-so-straightforwardly, that my existence was so insignificant that I made no impact whatsoever in the lives of people around me. I was left dizzy figuring what he meant by that, whether he meant what I thought he meant. Still, stupid though I am (as he so steadily inferred during the long conversation), some words couldn't be mistaken.

He had deliberatedly judged me and informed me that I wasn't a capable person and certainly not an intelligent one. Oh wow. I poked inside my brains after getting that valuable piece of information and found out that my right brain was empty except for half a song by The Cranberries and my left brain was practically unusable except for coming up with simple commands such as: eat now/sleep now/eat now/sleep now/you get the picture.

Ah, yes. Just in case I don't exist. Just in case my being alive or dead doesn't have any impact on anyone. Just in case you read this in your dream. Just in case my whole life is just a dream: I want to tell you it's been one heck of a festive dream.

I wouldn't want to trade this dream with anything, not even with existence, especially if being exist means I have to share the world with somebody like him.


What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream? Or what's worse, what if only that fat guy in the third row exists?

Woody Allen (1935 - )