Logically, no one knows what year it really is. It is certainly not the 2,005th year. Our best minds have narrowed our Earth's existance to the 4.2 billion year neighborhood, but nothing more specific than that. So years are meaningless. They are merely labels for the file cabinet of history.
So here's what you do...
Ask a random person on the street what year it is. When they reply "2005" and look at you with confused pity, say to them gently, "You're full of shit, and you're also stupid as crap.". It won't matter if they understand or not, because you'll take comfort in knowing the truth...
Years mean nothing. We made them all up.
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