Dive at 2:00 a.m. - December 8,2025

[Posted： 2025/12/08]

At exactly 2AM, fueled by sleep deprivation and microwave curry, I had a brain blast of a delusion.

Now that I'm sober-ish, I'm writing it down as-is.

Yes, I'm embarrassed.

No, I'm not editing a damn thing.

Tonight's delusion? “Reality.”

You know how fiction always trots out the same old tropes?

“The hero defeats the demon king!”

“Hard work always pays off!”

“Never give up on your dreams, and they'll come true!”

By the time you hit high school, this stuff starts tasting like expired fairy dust.

You go: “This isn't real... None of this is real, man…”

And I?still mentally stuck in that angsty high school phase?kept muttering that line like a bad catchphrase:

“It ain't real... This ain't what reality looks like…”

But now, I wanna ask that past version of me something:

So what if it's not real?!

Entertainment, at its core, has a mission.

A purpose.

Period dramas? They're about the thrill of samurai sword fights and punishing corrupt officials.

Sports manga? They're about sweet victory after hard work.

Coming-of-age stories? They let you dream big, fail harder, and still get a happy ending.

And sure, in real life?

The corrupt bastard gets promoted.

Your hard work collects dust on someone's desk.

And dreams? They shatter like cheap glassware.

Yeah. That's reality.

There's also media that brags about being painfully “realistic.”

Grim, joyless masterpieces that scream:

“This is raw! This is life! This is real!”

Good for them.

But here's the twist:

If a piece of entertainment was designed specifically to make you feel relief when evil is punished, or joy when effort is rewarded, or hope when dreams come true…

…then saying “That's not realistic!”

is like drinking a painkiller and complaining,

"Headaches don't magically go away like this in real life!"

Dude.

That's literally what the pill is for.

The point is to cure the headache.

Not simulate one.

Kazuhiro Tanaka's Post-Delusion Morning Comment (December 8, 2025)

They say half of Bufferin is made of kindness.

But seeing as over half of my body is just water,

that probably leaves, what, like… 3% kindness in me?

So no, I'm not kind.

I simply cannot be kind.

It's chemistry, not choice.