Anybody else have trouble with reality?

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@Iliketrees no way you're not useless! I dont think thats true at all.

I think you're useful if you make people happy with your words.

You have a good sense of humor--a very useful attribute, indeed.

Then there are people who create "systems." Some of them are useless in other aspects of things--and refuse to have insight--thereby rendering them frequently useless.

I suppose everyone does play their part in this illusion called reality and if you're happy who can give a f**k? Maybe we have to make life our own. I don't know. Life is confusing. I think it probably is to everyone and we just sort of get along with it in our own way. Just permanently confused? I've never quite got what reality is and how it varies from person to person so much. I guess we should just do what we want and like. I don't know.

I agree that people have to create their own subjective take upon the totality of "reality."

We seek to make sense of the totality of reality. We use various methods to arrive at our own conclusions. I have found that input from other "seekers" could be just as useful as our own input.

One thing I found odd today was I was at work and I thought the time seemed to fly past but my colleague doing the same job as me thought the day seemed to pass real slow. It's odd because we had different perceptions even though we are in the same place and such.

I have trouble explaining whether or not I have trouble with reality, but I'll try:

I find reality rather difficult to think about as a concept. I can define it as "the stuff that actually exists regardless of whether or not I can detect it or believe in it." I suppose I spend much of my life trying to get my beliefs in line with reality, though I'm sure I'll never quite get there. I'm comfy enough with all that as far as the concepts go, though it's sometimes annoying to think that I'll never quite arrive at the place I'd like to be in.

Science for me used to be about rigorous experiments gradually revealing reality, like a linear journey always moving closer and closer to the truth. But these days I have to admit that it's not a linear path, and that any supposed "proven fact" might be overturned in the light of new observations. I remember feeling very uncomfortable when I first heard about this "constant uncertainty" principle, but I've grown used to it.

I think it could be that nothing is real. We have our ideas, some of them seem good at predicting and explaining our observations of the universe, and if after our best efforts we fail to find convincing evidence that they're wrong, we tentatively assume they're correct. Perhaps the reason we can never be absolutely certain of anything is that reality doesn't exist - that's why we never quite get to see it. But to proclaim the truth of that is to presuppose that truth (in other words, reality) exists. There's something very Alice In Wonderland about all this.

Two things seem important to me:
1. To understand that we could always turn out to be wrong about anything.
2. To understand that we can still make a lot of progress by assuming we're right, as long as we don't push our luck too far.

Reality is the psychosis of a madman to soothe his loneliness.

The concept is contagious and debilitating.

It has become a human epidemic.

The illusion of matter has been disproven.

A shared concept is the best we can do.

There are no absolutes.

The reason I asked was because the more I think about these things, the more I seem to lose my sense of reality. And Im getting worried about where this might lead. I don't want to be insane...

Sometimes I struggle in imagining how the world is like when experienced by others and how there could be other minds doing actions on their own will.

I feel like everything is real, even imaginary stuff. I sometimes wonder if I'm the only one conscious since it can never be proven that anyone other than me is conscious, as if I'm asleep and asking people if I'm dreaming.

I feel like I have no control over myself whatsoever, and yet I still feel bad for making mistakes and feel good when I do the right thing. I feel like I just do what I think will work out best when I really don't know what will work.

Sometimes I ask myself where I'm feeling emotions, and I can't find it anywhere other than my imagination, body and motivations seemingly. Emotions are felt intensely in a very abstract confused way.

Time used to pass very slowly, hours seemed like days, and then a couple years ago the hours began to seem like minutes. I've heard that more gravity means slower time.

Witnessing Synchronicity all the time makes me wonder as well.