We Are Sims

I stopped being serious because laughter is the only way to healthily process the absurdity of existence. Being depressed about it didn't help, so I've chosen to be blissfully happy. It's pretty damn cool over here, where I don't check the news and have no idea what's going on in the world. I mean, we lose socks in our washing machines like they've been sucked into another dimension. We keep animals in our houses and treat them as our children. We allow ourselves to be bullied by cats, and we all have something we're worried about today. We have to pay money to exist even though we didn't ask to be born. (Laughter helps me cope with this). We are sims living in a stimulation, continuing to go to work and hang out with our friends while we wonder where the world is headed. Where was I going with this? I don't remember. I'm not panicked about the state of the world at all. Me? Panicked? Never!