u/Cool_Salamander_350

Lets actually drop the act and adress the elephant in the room. Yes my reality can just be a dream. Yes maybe even what we would call the self is an illusion.

Yes maybe its all just made by an evil demon to try and fuck with me. Yes maybe even memory is fake.

But no matter how much philosophizing and doubting I engage in, im afraid my nervous system does not care about epistemology. The memory, fake or not still hurts like hell. The knife that stabs me will most definitely hurt like hell, regardless of whether real or not.

If somebody says something mean to me, im still going to feel emotional pain even if the person or the insult thereof was not real.