[ Amanda doesn't even know if she believes that: she knows other people think their own thoughts and have their own lives and don't just cease to exist once they hove out of her field of view, but it's weird to think about it. She'd rather not. ]

I think I could be sexy. Like, if I wore sexy lingerie, someone would find that hot. But that's actually kind of irrelevant to my theory, since I'm not also a hallucination, so it doesn't matter how sexy I am or whether I look like I post thirst traps on Instagram.