you're sitting in a chair, so blissfully unaware of the virtual reality helmet you've had on your head from the moment you were born. you've always had this helmet. there were times you got close to taking it off, but you never did. 

until now. the helmet is off. you see the world in a different way. everything appears more clear and real with a screen no longer in front of your eyes. like a child wearing their first pair of glasses, you see the world in such rich detail.

the actions of others are so obvious to you now. they wear the helmet. unlike you. you see chris sitting in his chair with his helmet on so blissfully unaware that if he could just take off the helmet, he could achieve everything he could ever want. and more. 

so you boldly accost him and tell him how great the world is without the helmet. the detail! the clarity! the insight! chris could do so much more if he had just lived the same life as you because up until the moment you took off the headset you were just like him and now he refuses to take off the headset, says he likes it this way the fucker, so ignorant, so unabashed, and you start to see yourself in him and everyone like him, like jane, like austin, like chloe, like all these people who could be so much more but they choose to rot inside their helmet. 

you're not like them, you think. because your helmet is off. and you continue to think this way. all without you ever realizing it's helmets all the way down.