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March 15th, 2023

I met a girl in class. She's really quiet. She invited me to be part of her group project.

I like her. A lot. Like, the sort of like where it's not good to like someone that much. I think I have been cursed to feel strong emotions (and this blog as a whole is my journey in discovering and regulating that.)

I barely know her though. It's the sensation of butterflies in your stomach but you've exchanged two words at most ("hi", and "hi").

I don't know if she likes me, or rather I should be asking if she's willing to give me a chance.

Philosophy, back at it

But this is where my philosophy comes in, really. And, I'm glad I thought of it before coming to situations like this.

Casuality is impossible; knowledge is impossible; absolute truth is impossible. As discussed before this is because the nature of language (abstract/reductionist by nature (can any reduction be true?) and a social game) and the uncertainty of the future (recall: Laplace's Demon experiment and the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle.)

So I don't know if she will be receptive. I don't know who she even is, if I ever will. I don't know what she's going to say next to me. I don't know how I'll feel no matter what she says.

I do know that I don't know. And I know that words give the illusion of knowing, so fewer words are closer to the truth of what I am.

So when I go, I think less. And when I think less, I go.

I am as I.

You know, it's funny I had to go through all this mental exercise just to come to the aphorism everyone and their mother gives:

Just ask her out...

Yeah.