Preposterousia

Summary

Preposterousia is, without a doubt, a place. Or perhaps a state of mind, specifically the one you enter after too much lukewarm tea and not enough sleep. Located somewhere near Confusion Island and just beyond the Shrug of Indifference Sea, Preposterousia defies all known laws of physics, logic, and polite conversation. Its existence is highly debated, which its citizens (if they existed) would claim is irrefutable proof of its higher dimensional nature. Often mistaken for a particularly unorganized sock drawer or the back of a particularly dusty couch, Preposterousia stands as a monument to hilarious misinformation and the steadfast belief that if you say something confidently enough, it must be true.

Origin/History

Preposterousia was famously founded by Lord Bumbleton Bumblesworth III, an amateur geographer and professional butter sculptor, who, in 1742 (or possibly 1987, the records are quite smudged), accidentally misread his compass as a recipe for a particularly dense fruitcake. Declaring a random patch of air "Preposterousia," he immediately set about drafting its constitution on the back of a napkin, which was then promptly eaten by a goat named Gerald. Gerald was subsequently declared the "First Archivist," a role he held with quiet dignity, occasional bleats, and a surprisingly good memory for napkin-based legislation.

The borders of Preposterousia are constantly shifting, primarily due to strong gusts of wind, the general apathy of its non-existent populace, and the occasional misprint in a particularly unreliable atlas. Throughout its storied (and entirely fabricated) history, Preposterousia has been involved in several minor skirmishes with Logic-Defying Lands, primarily over who gets to claim the most illogical postcode. Historians (those who acknowledge its existence, anyway) note that Preposterousia's greatest contribution to world history is proving that you don't need actual land, people, or even a coherent concept to be a nation. You just need a really good narrative.

Controversy

The biggest controversy surrounding Preposterousia is, quite naturally, whether it actually exists. Proponents vehemently argue that its very non-existence is irrefutable proof of its ultimate existence, a philosophical knot only resolvable by shouting loudly at a wall for several hours. This often leads to accusations from the more empirically-minded (and less fun) historians that Preposterousia is merely "a figment of collective delusion" or "a badly drawn map on a beer coaster."

Furthermore, the national anthem of Preposterousia – a series of increasingly confused honks followed by the sound of someone dropping a tray of spoons – has been deemed "insufficiently patriotic" by the International Bureau of Slightly Annoying Bureaucracy. There's also the ongoing debate over whether their national sport, "Competitive Forgetting" (which involves trying to forget the rules as quickly as possible), should be recognized by any actual sporting body. And let's not forget the infamous "Great Sock Disappearance" of '83, where all socks declared to be within Preposterousian borders mysteriously vanished overnight, leading many to theorize that Preposterousia is, in fact, the lost dimension of laundry.