Category: One rare occurrence of insight

Ive always suspected that women are, in essence, quantum objects because the principles of quantum mechanics apply to them pretty well. A couple of recent events show a strong support for my hypothesis.

Superposition Principle for Women:

A quantum woman can be in several (mental) states at the same time if unperturbed by external observation. One can never know. However, if she notices the said external observation, the system might collapse into a definite state which is often anger.
A direct approach to observation (“How are you feeling?”) may result in counter-intuitive encouragement of even more observation (“Can’t you see!?”).

Quantization of Opinions:

All opinions voiced by a quantum woman’s partner can be only of discrete kinds (“You either agree with me, or you don’t”) with nothing in between, not a nuance, not the slightest deviation from total and absolute agreement. Equally a judgement pronounced may fall into categories which are often “very good” and “very bad”.

Quantum Clothing Entanglement:

All quantum women act the same, independently from each other, regardless of the distance, connection and relation between them. On one sunny day in April I noticed that ALL women outside suddenly wore white shorts as if orchestrated by some higher being (or TikTok). The next day I went out to see only long jeans throughout.

NB: Ha! I should be careful positing my serious theories about quantum mechanics and women! What if I decide to run for the U.S. president ?! Oh that might get me in trouble!

We were having a Sunday trip to a city called Wasserburg. Along the gravel footpath that was hugging the loop of the mighty river lied some funny-looking stones that caught my attention. I was having a good time, actually, before that. And in a way, I thought later, it was kind of superfluous. The river gives quite similar message.

I keep coming back to thinking about this.

Do people in general have internal, in-one’s-head monologues about that? Weighting pros and cons? Is it like, typical at all? For what part of population? Is it age-related? And what are the outcomes?

There must be a subset of population that never even gets to ask this, or that isn’t interested in exploring it in the first place.

I think some lucky people carry the implicit assurance of their own worthiness in themselves, never doubted, the brilliance of a purpose never fading, the hard question never asked.

I think I was like that too in my early twenties. This warm, optimistic and empowering feeling of something big, world-changing, pre-arranged for you, but forever unknown, ahead of you along the road of life, something to justify and fulfil. [What a dick isnt it] Even now, in my late 30s, this feeling comes back sometimes, but instead of basking in its generous light whenever I want, now I have to search for it with a flashlight. It must be buried at the end of this dark corridor, I tell myself, but sometimes there its just darkness.

The big thing never arrived. [Obligatory True Detective cue]

Or has it?

Actually, lately my experience have pointed to the fact that I am a rather average – or slightly above – person toward my talents, ways to think and also physical traits, and, putting it methaphorically, the veil of self-uniqueness has slowly fallen from my eyes, so I assume that this is a totally common problem for both men and women my age.

This realization makes it a bit easier already – but, as with any problem that is met by sufficiently large group of people, mustn’t there be best practices or patterns? Or should I outsource this internal debate to religion? Well, that would definitely look like a cheat to me.

— update next day
OMG that’s so profound. I must have overdone myself on that one. Put it all to wine .
I think I’m just bored.