h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

My brother posed an interesting topic for argument just now. I had been trying to avoid him, hiding in my room, and he said: "Poor *insert real name here*. Always trying to hide away from the real world."

I said what I almost always say in reply to that. "There's no such thing as the real world."

Seriously, that is what I believe. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS THE REAL WORLD. And I bet you all are thinking. . .. . .okay, crazy American girl going off into philosophical tangents here. . .but seriously. As that weird guy who was supposedly the real President of the Galaxy said, our universes are our eyes and ears. So my "real world" may be aeons different than, say, Mr. Bush's "real world" and whatever nonexistent nuclear weapons or underground terrorists he populates it with.

So thus, a messaging program like this is a moot point. All the little opinions I pour out on here never apply to anyone else except me. My thoughts don't belong in others' "real worlds."

But do I worry about that? No! I stay upbeat, despite the fact more and more people are leaving my "real world." But that's a whole other journal post. . .

With all due respect,
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