Like Plato’s cave, except it isn’t actually, its a complete lack of cave, or plato, or his possessions.
Okay so basically, I’m not in ‘the cave.’
This should be a completely acceptable answer. Not everyone is going to have the experience of believing something untrue and being shown the light. I have not been guided into the true light which is religion, I have not realized that meat is murder, I have not hated something but had its qualities shown to me by something else.
My life has never changed drastically, its never been an eye opening experience, whenever I learn something new or find an interest, its because I chose to read a book, watch a documentary or something of that ilk. Never have I spoken to stranger and had what they said be anything more than interesting, but certainly not life changing. I have not been trapped in a cold dark shelter filled with lies, I have not really done much of anything. Most of my character is fairly weak opinions and instinctive reactions.
Instead of great life changing experiences, most things are vaguely interesting. Someone tried to impose upon me the brilliant unlikelihood of the current reality, where both of us had been born. However, I already knew this in grade 3 when I looked into some Carl Sagan. It wasn’t life changing then either. When I learn about things, my character changes slightly, not noticeably, and being a yoouuth, and not a proper, complete human being yet, It probably hasn’t fully developed. I’m fully aware that I don’t know most things, so maybe eventually something will be so surprising or shocking that it would be life changing, but I have a hard time imagining it and I’m good at imagining.
It has come to my attention that in grade 3, the class was given a maze with two stars, and were instructed to draw a line between the stars. It was apparently impossible, and so I finished it but I accidentally broke through a line and cheated. So this was apparently eye opening. I don’t remember this at all. Its a summary. This didn’t affect my life. In a similar way, in band class, Trovato was giving a pep talk, and asked the class who could do fifty push ups. I raised my hand and mentioned that I could with breaks, and that Macdonald and the oboist could do it without an issue. Trovato got shouty and seemed to think I was being smart with him. Being smart with teachers is a mortal sin. The end of the pep talk was saying that everyone in the room could, with some time to do it, breaks in between. This did not inspire me. These are called anecdotes.
Yep. Haven’t been in a cave.