Lets speculate on some bizarre "What if...?" type scenarios. What if walls could literally talk? What if you started evolving in reverse? What if you were the only person alive and the world was populated by things you imagined? Stuff like that. Should make for some interesting conversation.
Walls can talk. At least, the intercoms on them can. Sometimes I do evolve in reverse. When that happens, it's time for me to stop drinking. If I were the only person alive and the world was populated by things I imagined, how would I know? That might be the way things actually are.
Not to brag or anything, but with enough consecutive cheers, I can evolve two steps ahead. I suddenly have the ability to converse in any language, and delve into the profound questions of life. That, or I'm unbuttoning my pants in front of some guy's kid. Can't say which one is more advantageous.
Sounds like Benjamin Button in Wonderland! And, if you believe Sherlock Holmes, walls can, indeed, talk. You just have to know how to listen! And, as minstrel pointed out, if everything was different, how would you know it was not the norm if you never knew anything else? Abnormal is an insane man in a sane world... or a sane man in an insane world. Q: What's the difference between the two? A: Nothing. They are both the abnormal factor in an otherwise 'normal' society.
Yeah, but you're forgetting another possible scenario not necessarily divorced from the original question: What if the last person alive knew that this world was not real? Maybe this person's world wasn't always like this; perhaps they're in a post-apocalyptic event and they're perfectly capable of differentiating between both. How far do you think this person will go before a solipsistic awareness kicks in? What if they have split personality and their other self generates these "illusions"? The more general a question, the more numerous the possible scenarios get.
Is it a bad thing that in my imaginary world the walls are telling me that I'm getting younger by the day?
This question is entirely hypothetical because in my imaginary world the walls are telling me that your imaginary world's walls are lying their flat vertical asses off. I suppose whether or not this is a bad thing depends on how much value you place on the trustworthiness of your own delusions. We should get Gallup to do a poll on this - we cannot proceed until we know what America thinks.
If walls could literally talk, our buildings wouldn't have them or our society would be a lot nicer (completely forced, of course). I'm not sure that one could evolve in reserve, since evolving means gradually coming into being. I think it would be interesting if when people hit their 'X' quota, they started devolving. If my world was full of things that I could imagine... well, at least I wouldn't be lonely, being the only person left.
Haha - reminds me of a guy I met once in a bar that told me he liked to hide behind trees and take his willy out! Back to the topic, my ceiling spins and calls me a fool when I lie on the bed after a heavy session. I tend to talk to ceramic aliens in the bathroom for long periods too!
The scenarios you have listed sound to me like those which are true to one having a manic episode, and all of which I have experienced at one point or another. The walls, however, did not do the talking - the floorboards and electrical outlets did.
