I would be happy if I didn’t have to share a universe with realists, but the thing about realists is, they’re not happy to let that happen. They think there’s only one universe. They psychologically abuse our kind to try to get us back to their reality.

I have a friend named Sonic who’s an introject. He appeared in someone else’s head one day, having been assembled from thoughts about video games and comic books. He tried to get help from a psychologist with his mental health. Instead of helping him, she told him he doesn’t exist and tried to erase him. She messed him up so bad, he tried to commit suicide, tried to destroy the body he lives in and everyone else who lives in it, just to prove he could have an affect on the world, that he exists.

He’s doing a lot better now that he’s surrounded by antirealists and he isn’t seeing that psychologist anymore.