“girl’s night!!” i say aloud to a room full of small snails. “time to unwind and let our hair down!” i sit down and say to the snail closest to my left. they are unresponsive but that’s okay, i’ve got enough gossip to dish out for all of us
also, i've given you zero explaination of the semantics part, which is actually the part i feel more solid on, but in fairness it's damn hard to explain.
and yes, this is predicated on the idea that belief and doubt are feelings. i personally can't imagine what else you'd call them, but i'm willing to discuss it.