Sometimes we feel an intense, almost instinctive attraction to someone. It could be their scent, their voice, their touch, or simply the feeling of being physically close to them.
But does that kind of attraction mean we’re genuinely in love with them?
I’m curious how people understand the relationship between physical attraction and true love, especially from their own experiences.

I find conversations about politics extremely boring. I am not talking about discussing about political ideologies or political philosophy. I find these topics very fascinating. What I find extremely boring is talking about political news. I get that talking about politics is important but when political news are discussed, there's never anything interesting or productive that is mentionned. In my country (and I believe in most of the countries in the world), whenever we talk about politics, the conversation always leads to how bad the political situation is and how much the politicians are corrupt. So there is nothing interesting or new that is mentionned by anyone. The same sentences are always repeated over and over again. Do you also feel the same?

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I've noticed something on Reddit that I've been thinking about lately, and I wanted to know what other people think about it.

I often come across posts from guys who seem to genuinely want someone to talk to or make friends with. Some of them may have tried posting multiple times, but their comment sections remain almost completely empty, especially when they mention that they're male in the title.

Something I've experienced myself is that once or twice, I made posts on Reddit simply looking for random conversations with people. I forgot to mention that I was a guy, and I started receiving DMs from other guys. Since you can't always tell whether someone is a guy or a girl just by their username, maybe they got confused and assumed I was a girl. When I clarified that I was a guy too, they seemed disappointed and left the conversation.

I'm not saying there's anything wrong with wanting to talk to girls. Everyone has their own preferences. But these experiences made me think about the guys whose posts receive little to no attention, even when they're simply looking for someone to talk to.

I wonder how it feels to keep trying to find someone to talk to and repeatedly get no response. It also makes me wonder why being a guy seems to make such a difference in some online spaces.

Is it because more guys are looking to talk to girls than the other way around? Do people have different expectations when it comes to online friendships? Or is there another reason?

I'm not trying to judge anyone. I'm genuinely interested in hearing different perspectives.

Have you noticed something similar on Reddit? What do you think is the reason behind it?

In September 1812 Napoleon entered Moscow with the largest army Europe had ever seen. He had spent months crushing everything in his path. Moscow was supposed to be the moment Tsar Alexander finally folded and negotiated.

Alexander didn’t fold. The Russian army stayed in the field. No peace talks arrived.

Napoleon waited. Weeks passed. Then he retreated. The retreat destroyed his army through hunger, disease, combat, and eventually the cold.

The usual explanation focuses on winter, distance, and the Russians’ refusal to fight on his terms. All of that mattered. But another question is more interesting:

What happens when someone who has been right for years becomes so attached to being right that they struggle to see the strategy is already failing?

Napoleon wasn’t stupid. His earlier victories were real. The danger was that success in one set of circumstances made it harder to question the methods that produced it.

Here are a few patterns that make this trap so common.

1. Confirmation bias

We don’t just look for evidence. We look for evidence that agrees with us.

The Russians kept retreating. Napoleon treated that as proof his pressure was working. It could just as easily have been a deliberate strategy to deny him the decisive battle he needed.

Same thing happens in ordinary life. A student who believes they’re bad at math gets 3/10 and takes it as confirmation. Then they get 7/10 and dismiss it as an easy paper. Both outcomes feed the same belief. Once you’ve arranged things so that nothing can count against your view, the belief becomes almost impossible to challenge.

Useful question: What would I actually have to see before I admitted my current explanation might be wrong? If the honest answer is “nothing,” you’re protecting the belief, not testing it.

2. Conviction bias

Feeling certain is not the same as being right.

Occupying Moscow felt like victory. It was not the political outcome Napoleon needed. Confidence and force of will couldn’t make Alexander negotiate.

You see the same pattern with founders who keep iterating a product customers keep rejecting because “they just don’t get it yet.” Or students who confuse hours spent studying with actual readiness. Or people who stay in a relationship or career because they’ve already invested so much.

The world doesn’t owe you a return simply because you sacrificed for something. Decide in advance what evidence would justify continuing and what evidence would force a change.

3. Appearance bias

Looking successful and being successful are different things.

Capturing the symbolic capital of Russia was not the same as defeating Russia. The image of victory was powerful. The substance was missing.

We do this constantly. We treat a confident speaker as competent, an expensive degree as intelligence, a high valuation as a healthy business, or a prestigious title as a good life. Sometimes the signals are useful. Often they just feel reassuring.

The danger is applying the same bias to yourself: choosing a path because it looks impressive rather than because the actual results match.

4. Superiority bias

We’re excellent at spotting bias in other people and terrible at spotting it in ourselves.

They’re stubborn; we’re principled.

They’re arrogant; we have high standards.

They’re emotionally invested; we’re passionate about getting it right.

They’re influenced by their friends; we’ve simply reached the correct conclusion.

Intelligence doesn’t protect you from this. It often just gives you better tools for defending the conclusion you’ve already decided to reach. The person who assumes they’re smarter can end up preparing less and learning slower than the person who assumes their understanding is incomplete.

Napoleon’s army didn’t collapse because of one psychological bias. The campaign had real strategic, logistical, and military failures. But the story still raises a useful question:

When you’ve invested months or years in a decision, when your reputation and identity are tied to it, how willing are you to look at the evidence that you’re wrong?

It’s easy to see the mistake after the outcome is known. It’s much harder while you’re still inside the decision, still hoping the next step will make everything worthwhile.

Have you ever looked back on a major call and realized the warning signs were there the whole time, but you kept reading them in a way that protected what you already wanted to believe? What finally made you reconsider?

Anyone think that we don't see what we see please tell me . I am planning to go deep into each one of these in my next posts.

Recently I was dealing with a scary situation where I was worried about being kicked out of grad school (over what I thought were overblown accusations). Unlike most people, I didn't really have any friends to reach out to. Has anyone dealt with the situation where they realize no one really cares about you even when you're dealing with a serious issue? Luckily I won't be kicked out of grad school and will be receiving free therapy in the meantime so no need to suggest that.

We often hear philosophers and scientists debate whether consciousness is fundamental to reality or merely an emergent property of the brain.

But there is a question that seems to get overlooked: Who is making that claim in the first place?

I recently came across a fascinating exchange between Indian philosopher Acharya Prashant and Robert Lawrence Kuhn on Closer to Truth.

Kuhn suggests that the ego depends on consciousness for its existence. Acharya Prashant responds with a deceptively simple question:

"Who is saying that?"

When Kuhn replies, "I am," Acharya Prashant points out that this very "I" is the ego.

So, if every declaration about consciousness is being made by an "I," can we really understand consciousness without first examining the one making the declaration?

This raises a deeper question.

We spend enormous amounts of time trying to understand the external world. We investigate matter, space, time, the universe, and even consciousness itself. But how often do we investigate the investigator?

Our identities are shaped by memories, desires, fears, beliefs, social conditioning, and experiences. Yet we often treat this constructed sense of self as an unquestionable authority when making claims about reality.

This raises an important question about the assumptions underlying our inquiry:

Can we meaningfully investigate consciousness without investigating the ego that claims to know it?

And more importantly, is our search for the truth sometimes limited by our unwillingness to question the very identity of the seeker?

Interested in hearing different perspectives, particularly from philosophy, psychology, and neuroscience.

Video: https://youtu.be/ESvcJvqCKmY

I think I’m slowly learning that being understood by everyone isn’t as important as being comfortable with who you are.

What changed your mind about something?

This quote from Dr. B.R. Ambedkar has always made me pause & reflect. We often measure progress through GDP, technology, infras or economic growth. But Ambedkar suggests a different yardstick: are women getting more opportunities, more representation & better outcomes than before?

Do you agree or is there a better way to measure a community's progress?

If you stumble upon a hobby you really like and it’s new, do you end up postponing it for several days/weeks/months or even years? Do you do this even if you’re well rested, not worried about results, and have all the materials in front of you? Did you carry this until adulthood?

I’ve been thinking about how we sometimes just accept little frustrations in our daily lives because they’ve become normal.
It could be something at home, at work, or just part of your daily routine.
I’m curious: what’s something that genuinely bothers you, but you’ve learned to live with because you haven’t found a good solution?

I’ve always found the phrase “I’ve been busy” interesting.
Because somehow, we find time for things that matter to us. A random scroll through Instagram, a conversation with someone new, a late-night movie, or simply doing absolutely nothing.
But then again, life gets overwhelming. Sometimes people genuinely don’t have the emotional energy to show up, even for someone they care about.
So where do we draw the line between understanding someone’s circumstances and making excuses for their lack of effort?
I don’t think anyone owes us constant attention. But I do believe that communication shouldn’t feel like something you have to beg for.
What’s your take? Can someone genuinely care about you and still consistently fail to make time for you?

For me, it's sometimes comparing my progress in life with other people my age, even when I know everyone has their own timeline.

What about you?

This is a long one, so buckle up. It's all true, nothing goes wrong, and to my knowledge everyone is safe. (The end of the story explains the 'to my knowledge' part.)

So, my company sent me down to Pensacola, Florida for disaster relief aid for hurricane Isaias. I was down there for a few days, but one day the long hours and not getting enough sleep had gotten to me. I dozed off while on my job site, and they terminated me and said they were sending me home. I didn't argue, I just clarified certain things, then left and drove to a gas station down the street.

I was upset that I had messed up, let my company down essentially, and have to leave, unable to continue helping the people affected. While at the gas station trying to get in touch with my superiors, a woman came up to me. She told me how she was down there with a friend of hers, and his company found out she was staying with him in a hotel, and they kicked her out. He didn't defend her, get her a room somewhere, just let her go, and that she had slept on the curb the night before.

Me being me I couldn't just let her stay there, soni asked where she wanted to go. She directed me to one of the beaches where another friend of hers should be, and we tried to get in touch with them. Unfortunately she dropped her phone while gathering her stuff when they kicked her out, and now it wasn't working. We could hear noises, but the screen didn't light up.

We sat on the beach for a few hours, meeting another man from Michigan, and trading stories for a few hours. When we couldn't figure out what to do, she told me to just leave her there, and she'd sleep on the beach.. again, me being me I couldn't accept that. So I asked where she was ultimately trying to get to.

She told me she was trying to get to a place which was only a few hours away from where I live. Last I heard from my bosses, I was to go home, and wasn't needed in Pensacola anymore. So I got to thinking.. and I took a HUGE risk that I would normally never take. Knowing she lived only a few hours from my house, I made the proposition.

I offered to drive her home myself, but my bosses couldn't know because I was driving a rental given to me by them. That we'd have to drive back to my home town, return the rental and pick up my truck. I made it clear that I expect nothing from her, and she was free to say no. But ultimately she said ok, and we got things prepared to leave Florida.

This is where it gets to be a little more than just helping a stranger, but not for anything weird or bad. While at the beach she had such a pure energy, simple and carefree, that radiated to me. It turned my bad morning around, and I wasn't worried about what my bosses would say about me getting kicked off location.

I then made a personal rule, while she was in my care, I would do my best to take care of her. I know the type of people out there, and absolutely know some of the things that could have happened to her if I just left her there. We finished up at the beach, got her things together, and headed to my hotel.

Not only was I taking a risk helping a complete stranger, but I was risking my job by bringing her with me in a company rental car. We got to my hotel, I parked around back, and asked her to stay at the truck so none of my coworkers would see her, then went inside, got my stuff and checked out. We left the hotel and I pulled over just down the road.

I asked her once again if she was ok with the situation, explained that my company couldn't know she was with me, but that I would take her home, and at any time she could tell me to stop and let her leave. She said she was fine, and we headed out, to me, she was then in my care, so I checked my bank balance, and we headed out.

We stop here and there for food, drinks or just to step out of the rental and have a cigarette. Because it's so late when we leave Florida, I eventually realize I can't keep driving. So I tell her we'll get a hotel when I have to return the rental car. We'd get some sleep, and then I'd continue to take her home the next morning.

I never suggested or even expected anything from her, I just took it personally that she was in my care, and did my best to make sure she was ok. Honestly, when booking the hotel I could have been a sleeze and booked a single bed for slightly cheaper, and tried to share a bed with her, but it didn't feel right, so we got to my main office, and we hurriedly unloaded her stuff, I returned the rental and got my personal vehicle. Then went back to the hotel I dropped her off at.

We both showered, then laid down and talked for a bit, before falling asleep. We woke the next morning, loaded my truck, and headed out for her home state. I'm being ambiguous for privacy reasons, but she didn't live in the same state as me, but from looking at maps, she wasn't too far from where I lived.

On the way to taking her back, I knew some of her interests, so I found a nice little river beach along the way. I didn't tell her, I just drove, and stopped at stores along the way to get things she liked, jerky, Baskin Robin's, mountain dew Baja blast. Nothing expensive, but something to let her know I had taking care of her in mind.

We spend a second day hanging out together, and having fun, before we arrive in her home town. With her phone being busted, she can't call people, she kept saying I could just drop her off at a state park, and she'd sleep there until her friend came home. But I couldn't accept that, if I couldn't leave her stranded in Florida, I wouldn't feel right just dumping her anywhere.

Finally we find someone she knows who let's her stay with them until the person she's renting from gets home the next day, and begrudgingly I leave her with them. I leave her my number, and ask that she calls or texts me when she gets her phone back working.. but I've not heard from her.

I never made any kind of move on her, I never even hinted that I expected something from her, I was absolutely respectful. But I haven't stopped thinking about her since I dropped her off at someone she knew's house.. blame it on my kind heart.. but I'm struggling because I want to know she's safe.

I did a good thing by taking her home, well outside of what most people would do. Especially while not taking advantage of her or the situation. Probably for most people they'd just forget about it, and say she was on her own once dropped off..

But I still wonder and worry, and unfortunately have no way to check up on her. I took a huge risk, and I don't regret it, I just wish there was a way I could know that she's ok..

Sometimes I look around my house and try to picture this same spot a few hundred years ago. Or a few thousand. Someone might have walked through here in the Middle Ages. Maybe there was a battle nearby, or another family lived here long before this house was built.

Then I start going further back. Millions of years ago, this could have been a forest, or part of an ocean. There might have been prehistoric animals wandering around here. It's hard to picture any of that when I'm looking at my living room.

I'm especially curious about the people who've passed through the spot where I'm sitting now. Everyone had a life of their own. Things to worry about, memories they carried with them. Most of their stories are probably lost forever.

I live here and know almost nothing about what happened before me. It makes me wonder about the other places I see every day, too. There's probably so much we'll never find out

None of the social media shit really matters. It’s also one of the place that will loose it’s importance as soon as there’s a scarcity! The whole fame around social media is weird. The whole concept exists to just fool people from real world issues and consequences.

It’s also interesting to see how it has been paced. In a sense that it is the only thing that matters.

But the fact that it’s a coverage behind something further away from people’s understanding is so fucked up

and how we all are so fascinated by it , like we find it , search it , lookafter it and even obsess over it so much so that we even build specific standards around it . and how do we classify something as beautifull and ugly and on what criteria . how do we achive that perception is something beautifull or not, like are we fed in a certain way that most of us have the same taste and perception of beauty and why even without knowing what trurly is beauty we just start to categorize everything around us based on it . idk if you are understanding what i am actually trying to say but i just feel like we all have just stopped individual thinking. its just my wierd thought , if you also get thoughts like this , do join this convo and i will be more than happy to see you thoughts !!!!

Math and science made sense to me once someone explained the logic, but memorizing facts for history was much harder. I’ve noticed something similar with Sudoku: once I figure out the logic behind a pattern, the rest gets easier. Was school like that for you, or was memorizing the easier part?

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I wonder if, in our attempt to make everything safer and more convenient, we’ve slowly stopped questioning our own habits and the choices we make.

Take intimacy, for example. It’s a natural part of human life, yet we’ve developed different ways to manage its risks. And while protection has an important purpose, I think there’s another side to this conversation that rarely gets enough attention: self-control, patience, and personal responsibility.

There are times in the menstrual cycle when the chances of pregnancy may be lower. Some people might look at that and wonder whether understanding the body and exercising self-control could play a bigger role in their decisions. But lower chances don’t mean there’s no risk, which is why understanding the consequences matters just as much as understanding the body.

Think about eating chocolate. We remove the wrapper because we want to experience the chocolate itself, not the packaging around it. It’s a simple comparison, although intimacy is obviously more complex, and protection serves a purpose that a chocolate wrapper doesn’t.

Still, I believe there’s a bigger question worth asking: have we become so dependent on external solutions that we sometimes overlook the importance of developing discipline within ourselves?

Self-control matters. Knowing when to act, when to wait, and how to take responsibility for our decisions is an important part of growing up. But self-control and protection don’t have to be opposites. Being responsible means understanding both our impulses and the risks involved.

Maybe real maturity isn’t about rejecting everything we’ve created. Maybe it’s about learning when to rely on our own judgment, when to exercise restraint, and when using protection is simply the wiser choice.

I love being a woman, and I loved growing up a girl,
because all my life I’ve known how women show up for other women in this world.

The girls I met at school through the luck of proximity
became the girls who shared my classes, sports, school plays and history.

We spent over 10 years eating lunch together in the same spot under the library stairs. The bell would ring and we’d all just know that we would gather together in the same place everyday, for all our school years.

We no longer need the same school, town, city, country or time zones that keeps us connected by the same place, because we all live separate lives but our friendship group remains as close as ever despite not all being able to see each other face to face.

Now we’re scattered across countries, some settled, some still choosing to roam,
some building careers, some raising children, some making somewhere home.

I’ve watched girls I knew before puberty become women I deeply admire,
each making a life of her own, shaped by whatever she happens to desire.

There is rarely a need to announce when one of us needs care.
After this many years, someone notices, and the rest of us are there.

Even when all we had was pocket money, we pooled whatever we could,
a necklace, a little present, something just to make each other feel good.

There were always little cards we’d sit down together and write,
covered in photographs, stickers and glitter, making everything bright.

I still have a bag full of those cards, little photos and pictures today,
years of handwritten proof of how we noticed one another along the way.

I love those things because they were group efforts to make each other happy.
We made our affection tangible, usually the perfect mix of funny and sappy.

A little bit ridiculous, sentimental, earnest and true,
just a physical reminder that somebody was thinking of you.

My brother was my first friend, and is still one of my best,
and I’ve watched the men around him build friendships just as close as the rest.

Their love is no less loyal, no less generous or true,
so this isn’t about women having something men don’t have too.

I just love the particular sentimentality there is among a group of women, so willing and open to share with raw unfiltered affection.

The army of women in my life keeps expanding. I still meet women I adore,
new friendships in new chapters that add something that wasn’t there before.

Something I will never get over is how lucky I am that I get to be a woman who knows how incredible women are and what they share.

And that I get to say, the girls I grew up with are still all my girls to this day.

Something that I have notice every time people debate about the concept of european federation (apart from all the fallacies when debating) its that it seem that people want to unify straight up everything at once or nothing at all, like, people really want to unify almost 30 countries at once. And like, even though and all, it wouldnt be better to unify certain countries in certain ways first, it may because those countries are more open to unify, to see if small unifications are stable enough for further unifications, etc. Like, italy, france, and germany could unify in one potential country for example. And honestly, it would be a good experiment to see if people are actually in favor of losing the soveregnity of their former country into a new country. Can you imagine a country being form from swedenn finland, and estonia? Or from austria, slovenia, croatia, and hungary? That would really prove how open are europeans to becoming part of something bigger.

This sub is an interesting little corner of Reddit. People ask questions, people share answers, and sometimes posts disappear for some reason. 😂

It got me thinking about why we ask questions in the first place.

Sometimes we’re genuinely looking for answers or new perspectives. Sometimes we already have an opinion and want to see whether others agree. Other times, perhaps we’re simply looking for reassurance, connection, or a place to express our feelings.
And I don’t think any of these motivations are necessarily wrong.

But how aware are we of our own expectations when we ask a question?

I’ve noticed that some questions seem to come with assumptions already built in. That doesn’t necessarily make them bad questions, but it makes me wonder how much those assumptions shape the discussion that follows.

If someone challenges the assumptions behind our question rather than answering it the way we expected, do we find that interesting or uncomfortable? Do we become curious about their perspective, or do we instinctively reject it?
And when we encounter a question that challenges our own beliefs, are we equally willing to explore it?
Perhaps we don’t always realise what we’re hoping to hear until someone gives us an answer we didn’t expect.

So what do you think? Does a meaningful discussion depend more on the questions we ask, or on our willingness to engage with answers we didn’t expect?

I know building those things can make some people very rich. But other than that. If AI buzz goes down and it doesn’t deliver what they are saying it will. Then why building those data centers? What could be the real reason for it? To do what?

Hey y’all. I've been sitting with this thought for a while, and I'm not entirely sure how to put it into words.

Now that I'm in my 30s, I find myself thinking more about life, the world around me, and all the things I still don't understand. I've also realized how much I value genuine conversation. The kind where you lose track of time and walk away seeing something a little differently.

I've always had a tendency to become intensely fixated on certain subjects. I sometimes wonder whether it's related to ADHD or if I’m further on the spectrum than I thought, but I'll spend hours researching something, following one question into another until I've completely lost track of time.

For what feels like forever, that fascination has centered around existence itself.

Consciousness, quantum physics, theoretical dimensions, multiverses, plasma, spirituality, Hindu philosophy, reincarnation, and the nature of reality. I'm particularly fascinated by concepts like Brahman and Atman, and the possibility that our understanding of consciousness and individuality is far more limited than we realize.

I don't pretend to have answers, nor do I believe everything I encounter. I just can't seem to stop questioning things.

Why are we here? Why does anything exist at all? What exactly is consciousness? Is there more to reality than we're capable of perceiving? And what if we're all connected in ways we haven't even begun to understand?

I think some of this curiosity comes from my upbringing. I grew up in a very rural, conservative part of the country, where religion and tradition shaped much of everyday life. Growing up gay in that environment made figuring out who I was a little more complicated. As I've gotten older, I've found myself questioning what I was taught and trying to understand what I genuinely believe.

I don't resent where I came from. There are parts of my childhood I remember very fondly. I just recognize how much more there is to the world than what I grew up knowing.

Then there are the quieter moments when I become almost painfully aware of time passing. I'll remember something from childhood, hear a familiar voice, or think about an ordinary evening from years ago and suddenly feel this strange mixture of gratitude and sadness.

Sometimes I miss people who are still here. Sometimes I miss moments while I'm still experiencing them.

And I wonder whether my fascination with existence is partly because I'm still trying to understand my own place within it.

I think some of my loneliest moments aren't necessarily when I'm physically alone. They're when something crosses my mind that I find fascinating, or something makes me stop and reflect, and I realize I don't really have anyone to share that experience with.

I can be surrounded by people, laughing and enjoying myself, yet still feel like there's an entire part of me that rarely gets expressed. Not because the people around me lack depth, but because I sometimes find myself wanting something more meaningful from our conversations.

Sometimes I wish I could just sit across from someone, with nowhere either of us needs to be, and talk for hours. About life, childhood, the universe, our beliefs, or whatever happens to cross our minds. No debates, no need to impress one another. Just genuine curiosity.

I'm not looking for someone who shares all my beliefs or has the answers. I'd actually love to meet people who see the world completely differently. People who ask questions, challenge perspectives, and are just as interested in understanding someone else's mind as they are in sharing their own.

And I promise I'm not constantly sitting around contemplating the universe. I laugh, joke, enjoy ridiculous things, and probably spend far too much time entertaining whatever new interest has caught my attention. I am literally so unserious. Maybe because I’m so hyperaware?

I suppose I'm just searching for a kind of connection I haven't quite figured out how to describe.

Does anyone else ever feel like they have an entire world inside their head, but haven't quite found someone to share it with? Or ever wonder whether we're all connected on a much deeper level than we'll ever fully understand?

I'd genuinely love to hear how other people experience this, even if your perspective is completely different from mine.

I've been thinking about how much childhood shapes the way we think as adults. Growing up, I was taught that saying no was rude, so I'd often agree to things just to avoid disappointing people. It's surprising how those habits stick with you.

What's something you grew up believing was normal but later had to unlearn? Does it still affect you today?

A Wrinkle in Time was a required reading for me in 6th grade. I guess I hated how it challenged the way I viewed the world. I feel like it unlocked my existentialism early and I haven’t been the same since. I think about this often (obviously I am up at 1am in bed thinking about it). I’m 34 now and to be honest the details of the book are fleeting. I just remember I didn’t like anything about tessering or the 5th dimension. Part of me wants to reread it to delve into deeper reasoning as to why I feel this way. Part of me worries it’s going to dump me further into existential crisis, and honestly I have enough going on right now (insert millennial lol).

I guess I’m asking if anyone else feels this way. I feel like most people loved it and I don’t understand why. It’s not that I’m not into that kind of genre…. But I guess I don’t go out of my way to read that genre any more. I liked “stranger things.” Do we think I was simply too young for the book at the time? Or am I just not into physics? Do I reread it now? I just need a deeper dive into everyone’s thoughts. Thanks!