Therapy

Die of embarrassment at how many times the world watched me rub my balls then smell my fingers.

Try to gain some context. If I’ve been in an illusion for my whole life, I have no idea what the outside world might be like. Are there sentient dinosaurs? Werewolves? A non-binary, insectoid world-king named Wubiak the Stroob, and the word stroob exists in common parlance outside but was never used on set? Who knows?

Wait why was this recommended to me? Am I actually in the Truman show and this is some sort of hint that is telling me to break out?

Suicide.

Being that age I doubt I’d  be able to integrate into society.