I’m exactly the same. I think left and right about the ins and outs of notions and motions like when I touch with my right arm or better yet my intentional-unintentional glance of a fingertip that sends you crawling in the other direction.
Take-two my peripheral view I’m lit and I pace as you listen to the music of a man who feels for a living. The solid ground is wet. I think it’s going to start to rain, but I wouldn’t mind if it takes a load off my chest for feeling what I shouldn’t.
