Yeah, I know. There’s the “me” that resides in this body, has been subject to and shaped by its experiences, is tied inextricably to this particular time and this particular place. But could there be a me that wasn’t? It feels like there could, like there’s some core “me” that would still be distinguishable as “myself” in another body in another time and place. But there’s no reason I can think of why that would be the case, it just feels true.
Nah, I believe her. ‘Cause, if she was high, she’d just come in here all like “Guys, I am so fucking high right now.” She owns that shit.
Like me, right now. Because guys, I am so fucking high right now.