Do you ever have this feeling that you’ve determined some otherwise unexamined aspect of reality or history by speaking it as if it were so?
Like you’re not entirely sure whether a thing is a memory or your imagination, but there’s no mental friction to either. And so you speak it to another, and they agree, not entirely sure if they’re remembering or imagining a thing, but sure that’s true enough. They certianly nod at your words as there were no greater truth, but there’s something in their eyes, a slight squint, that suggests they are the freshly convinced.
And, sure enough, the thing mustn’t be important, otherwise you’d be sure.
Every time you interrogate this truth, though, with someone tangentionally related or secondarily effected, they can;t help but confirm your honest theory.