When I laugh I enjoy laughing at myself.
If I’m sitting with a group of friends, I peer over our shoulders from the outside, which brings to mind freshly painted scenarios.
When I walk along a street, sometimes I can feel the character of my walk and I wonder quietly whether I look similar to those I can see hurrying along beside me. I slow down a bit and observe myself, feeling both relieved and insecure.
When watching others I am always to some extent in the same boat.