Her tone cuts through the fog of ecstasy I am in, suggesting I should…be scandalized? Feel shame? At the very least I should be embarrassed. I recognize it immediately as my own voice coming to greet me from other times and places when I’d admonished friends for doing things that deep down I wished I was doing. Or even just wished I was capable of doing. I don’t know Sandra’s friend at all, but I understand what she really means is: I’m scared to do the thing you just did, and you doing it made me have to think about that.
Love this
