Well, but if the other person did some shopping, do you care how it went? They might.

“How was the shopping?”

“Ugh, this idiot cut me off in the aisles so many times, I feel so frustrated.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Like, does his existence even matter? Perhaps he’s a figment of our collective imagination. It’s so maddening to think your own brain is creating fictions that cut you off in the aisle.”

“I know, right? It made me wonder what if I’m the figment in his imagination! It’s such a depressing thought. I need a hug.”

*hug*