#REALITY IS UNSTABLE AND DEFINED BY INHERENTLY UNRELIABLE PERCEPTION

[veliseraptor]

my first existential crisis was probably when I was maybe nine or ten and i came to the hysterical realization that i had no way of knowing that what i saw in the world around me was anything like what my friend saw. not in a metaphorical sense but a literal one. like, how do I know that my perception of what a given, individual jellyfish looks like is the same as somebody else's? i don't! i can't! language is the best means i have of trying to figure it out and language is fallible and subjective too

picture me, vibrating at summer camp, contemplating how the truth of a shared reality is unknowable and maybe there's no such thing as reality at all

#important text posts #the whole 'what color is the dress' thing #was deeply distressing to me for this reason #i mean also fascinating! and i'm more tolerant now than i used to be #but every so often if i think about it too much #and start going #I HAVE NO WAY OF KNOWING THAT I AM EXPERIENCING A WORLD ANYTHING LIKE THE ONE OF PEOPLE AROUND ME #REALITY IS UNSTABLE AND DEFINED BY INHERENTLY UNRELIABLE PERCEPTION #then i start getting freaked out about it #unreality cw #is maybe a good tag here?