How does one think objectively? How does one not have an opinion? HOW DO I NOT USE THE WORD I WHEN I'M TALKING ABOUT HOW I FEEL ON A SUBJECT?
I sat in my Philosophy class and had a long conversation with myself on what a chair actual is. It's wood, but what is wood? And who cut that wood and why? Is it really wood? Is it really a chair? A chair is just a chair, but why is it a chair? Which makes me question my knowledge on sitting. Do I instinctively know how to sit, do I naturally have that knowledge? And what is knowledge?
Do we learn knowledge? Is knowledge even something real?
True and false, observation, and opinions have been tossed from my reality. I don't even know what reality is at this point, honestly.
Which got me to thinking about what has recently conspired in my life.
What exactly is love? It's the broadest feeling there might be in this world. Can you ever truly just feel "in love?" Is being "in love" just one certain feeling, or are there different "in loves?"
How come after a break up it literally feeling like someone took a hole puncher to your chest? Is love a physical feeling, and does everyone feel heart break?
When I feel happy, I don't physically feel much of anything.
I dunno, y'all.
Fuck philosophy.