Hm. Maybe not having conversations like this one so often is at least part of why I’m finding grudges easier to hold lately. Actually maybe I should have written you before Else. Oh well.
See, I’m a determinist. To me, free will is a biochemical illusion. Essentially, Else and I are acting out a script here, our interactions determined by a complicated collection of factors ranging from classic stuff like life experiences and genetic and cultural predispositions (nature AND nurture) to the specific organization of neurons in our brains, what we had for breakfast (assuming we had it), how well we slept, and possibly the gravitational pull of that third asteroid from the left.
The resulting process might call itself reasoning and decision-making, but (absent some randomizing factor) if you ran it a thousand times from the exact same start position it’d come out the same all thousand, because it would be the same.
When I say human beings are animals, I’m being quite literal. To me, we’re all just small, complicated parts of the much larger process called the universe. This separate, distinct being I call “myself” is an illusion, a trick my mind plays on me as part of my biological design to make sure I do what I need to to keep living.
I don’t have free will; I have complexity. The same’s true of Else, so it’s actually pretty cruel of me to be so hard on her. The stuff I hold against her, well, in a sense, it’s not her fault. It would be best if I could just let it go.
So maybe, remembering that, I’ll try.
(Even if I succeed, it’s not because I “decided”; it’s because the necessary pieces to prod me in that direction were already there, and you came along, following your own course, and poked them into place. Fun, no?)