When I say that, why do people laugh?
Yesterday we climbed a cliff face. From afar it looked like a small rocky hill-mountain with the road we wanted to get to on top. Upon climbing it, we realised when it was too late to go back down - it was a cliff.
My fingers are sweaty now lol. It was the scariest thing I have ever done in my life. At one point I was pressed flat against pebbles and sand, with zero hand- or foot-holds, sliding down. I thought I was going to die.
Sunburnt shiny itchy skin.
When I watch those around me speak, act, laugh, live in a certain way, there is sometimes the bewildering feeling that I am not quite human.