Shcrodingers pencil
A couple days ago, I lost track of my Apple Pencil. I have not looked for it because I am fairly certain that it is in the bottom of my bag. I can’t stop thinking of Schrödingers cat, because if I just pretend that my pencil is there, I just don’t want to get it rn, I can tell myself that it’s all fine, the cat is alive.
However, if I go looking for it and don’t find it, I have killed the cat by looking for it.
To look or not to look, that is the question
*nervous laughter* look for what? My pencil is right there in the bag.
Aye, tis nobler to open the bag and check.
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