You're as real as you want you to be.
With your troll post in the "no" section. We can see that this is how you represent yourself to us. This is you to us. This is how we see you.
A troll. A person who was bored looking for 'lulz'. This is you.
You're as real as you want to be.
I mean, there are many theories upon theories that we people are simply living in a virtual world or something like that. I mean, it seems so stupid that almost nobody considers it at all. I... I really don't know how to answer this question other than asking that question back into you.
What is real? What is not real?
There is no definite separation between what is reality and what is not.
"Real" is defined as "actually existing." So why aren't ideas and myths considered real if they are believed by some people and therefore exist?
I don't know what real and non-real is.
So maybe you're neither.
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Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air'
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my Walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.
First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
Hmm this might be alright.