Do People Actually Enjoy Life? (Or Is It Just Me?)

I’ve started to notice something wrong with the world, and I can’t tell if it’s always been this way or if I’m just waking up to it. Every morning, I watch people on the train—faces slack, eyes unfocused, like mannequins waiting for someone to breathe life into them. No one ever looks happy. Not really. They just move, as if they’re following instructions they can’t remember receiving. I tried asking a friend if he ever actually enjoys being alive. He laughed, but it sounded rehearsed. Like he’d practiced it in the mirror. Later, I found a note in my own handwriting—one I don’t remember writing—tucked under my pillow: “Don’t ask again. Pretend.” Sometimes, I think I hear laughter in the walls at night. Not joyful, not human. Just… hollow. Like something’s watching, waiting for me to slip up and admit I know the truth: we’re all pretending, and something else is enjoying the show. #TrueHorror #ParanormalEncounter #UrbanLegends #Spirituality