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I constantly have this feeling I'm being watched. I know I could shrug it off as commonplace paranoia, but lately I've been writing things down and I started noticing patterns.
Day 1:
It's in every little thing I do. When I'm making food, when I'm out shopping or just talking to someone. That disconcerned feeling of being looked at.
Day 98:
It's been a few months since I first noticed it. I've been so busy looking it up and trying to make something out of it that I've been slowly neglecting my wife. I think she knows it too. I think she knows we're being watched. At first I thought I was the only one being watched, but lately it seems that my wife's also aware of this. I've never really been religious but I've looked into those things as well.
See the patterns I've been noticing is that everything seems like a copy. Everything has been done before. These conversations with my wife, my neighbours, my kids, I've all had them before.
Day 101:
Maybe I'm overexaggerating. I probably need some sleep. I just so happen to notice my wife frantically wailing her arms in the air and screaming something. Was I becoming delusional or was my wife going mad? I ran towards her and cheered her up a little. I think she can feel it too.
Day 102:
My wife had already made me a delicious breakfast when I got up. She was the best at cooking, i'd have to give it to her. She's won several cooking contests and all. Even though her dream was to become a doctor, she's never really done anything in that direction. We never talked about it though. I also wanted to become a master at sports, but in the end I went for a job in the horeca. It just seemed like something I had to do.
Anyways, that breakfast really lightened up my mood. I didn't think about this whole thing for a couple of days.
Day 114:
The oddest thing I've began to notice is that whatever is watching us, it can change and alter things. I don't know how great its controll goes, but what if it can actually tool around with space, time and everything? Is this really day 102? I should talk to someone outside of our house. Someone who isn't going completely mad by this idea.
Since it was actually ridiculously late to call anyone, I decided to order some pizza. At least I'd see someone. I dialed up the nearest pizza delivery service and a few minutes later it arrived. I payed for the pizza and struck up a little conversation. Yet, it seemed like he was again playing along. He knows. He fucking knows. Is everyone in this whole town included in some wicked complot?
Day 127:
As if things weren't odd enough, something strange happened today. Out of nowhere, a stranger left a gift at our doorstep. I was reluctant at first, I didn't want anything to happen to me and my wife. Something in me urged to take the 'present'. When I opened the suspicious box, I noticed it was a computer. Something far more advanced than our old piece of crap. I know I'm sounding ridiculous by now, but how can I be sure this stranger isn't working with that thing whatever it is that's watching us and monitoring our lives? Nevertheless I did plug it in. I really didn't want to look into it, but something compelled me to.
It didn't seem to be a used computer, because I still had to set it up. It did have two games installed on it though. I thought I'd play one for a while. That's where my real paranoia started.
Day 130:
I'm sure of it now. That game I've been playing has made me sick. In it, you could controll and create families as if you were some kind of God. You could make their wishes come true or let them die, you'd make them do actions, delete actions etc. Their fate was completely in your hands.
When I was standing in the kitchen this morning, for no reason at all, a crazy thought hit me. Did I forget what I was doing, or had someone just deleted my action?
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Anyone who's ever played any sims game knows that their sims often break the fourth wall. They look at the camera and make an odd expression. This often scares me and gets me thinking if they know they're being watched. This got me to write this thing down.
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I constantly have this feeling I'm being watched. I know I could shrug it off as commonplace paranoia, but lately I've been writing things down and I started noticing patterns.
Day 1:
It's in every little thing I do. When I'm making food, when I'm out shopping or just talking to someone. That disconcerned feeling of being looked at.
Day 98:
It's been a few months since I first noticed it. I've been so busy looking it up and trying to make something out of it that I've been slowly neglecting my wife. I think she knows it too. I think she knows we're being watched. At first I thought I was the only one being watched, but lately it seems that my wife's also aware of this. I've never really been religious but I've looked into those things as well.
See the patterns I've been noticing is that everything seems like a copy. Everything has been done before. These conversations with my wife, my neighbours, my kids, I've all had them before.
Day 101:
Maybe I'm overexaggerating. I probably need some sleep. I just so happen to notice my wife frantically wailing her arms in the air and screaming something. Was I becoming delusional or was my wife going mad? I ran towards her and cheered her up a little. I think she can feel it too.
Day 102:
My wife had already made me a delicious breakfast when I got up. She was the best at cooking, i'd have to give it to her. She's won several cooking contests and all. Even though her dream was to become a doctor, she's never really done anything in that direction. We never talked about it though. I also wanted to become a master at sports, but in the end I went for a job in the horeca. It just seemed like something I had to do.
Anyways, that breakfast really lightened up my mood. I didn't think about this whole thing for a couple of days.
Day 114:
The oddest thing I've began to notice is that whatever is watching us, it can change and alter things. I don't know how great its controll goes, but what if it can actually tool around with space, time and everything? Is this really day 102? I should talk to someone outside of our house. Someone who isn't going completely mad by this idea.
Since it was actually ridiculously late to call anyone, I decided to order some pizza. At least I'd see someone. I dialed up the nearest pizza delivery service and a few minutes later it arrived. I payed for the pizza and struck up a little conversation. Yet, it seemed like he was again playing along. He knows. He fucking knows. Is everyone in this whole town included in some wicked complot?
Day 127:
As if things weren't odd enough, something strange happened today. Out of nowhere, a stranger left a gift at our doorstep. I was reluctant at first, I didn't want anything to happen to me and my wife. Something in me urged to take the 'present'. When I opened the suspicious box, I noticed it was a computer. Something far more advanced than our old piece of crap. I know I'm sounding ridiculous by now, but how can I be sure this stranger isn't working with that thing whatever it is that's watching us and monitoring our lives? Nevertheless I did plug it in. I really didn't want to look into it, but something compelled me to.
It didn't seem to be a used computer, because I still had to set it up. It did have two games installed on it though. I thought I'd play one for a while. That's where my real paranoia started.
Day 130:
I'm sure of it now. That game I've been playing has made me sick. In it, you could controll and create families as if you were some kind of God. You could make their wishes come true or let them die, you'd make them do actions, delete actions etc. Their fate was completely in your hands.
When I was standing in the kitchen this morning, for no reason at all, a crazy thought hit me. Did I forget what I was doing, or had someone just deleted my action?
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Anyone who's ever played any sims game knows that their sims often break the fourth wall. They look at the camera and make an odd expression. This often scares me and gets me thinking if they know they're being watched. This got me to write this thing down.
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Posted via LiveJournal app for iPhone.