Ever so often I experience a situation that gives me a question, is someone experimenting on me?

am I someone's subject? a lab rat?

It's a similar thought to the "Life is a Simulation" concept, because until it's over you will never know that you were a part of it.

Also, what can they experiment on? is all the suffering I endure just a part of the experiment were these sad and happy moments fake?

What is fake? For me, these were always real... or... were these people just acting.

Maybe people that hate me hate me because they know it's an experiment it's only a job to them they don't care they are not getting paid to care.

I'm stuck with this thought till I die, because why would you tell a corpse that the experiment has ended?