Ah… you have touched the third rail… delicately, but still…

It is kinda a weird sort of feeling meeting someone IRL to whom you have bared your soul for weeks, months, years even prior.

Sometimes it is a nervous giddy and sometimes it feels like being wrapped with an old dyne. (The real ones passed down from grandmothers, where the edges are mended over and over, the corners are no longer very square or straight, not the fake modern IKEA ones)

Human beings are delightfully risky.