You wake up and go to the front door. Your bestie has left you a cage containing a breeding pair of velociraptors. You take the cage inside - and you’re confident nobody saw anything.
My lovely it’s shaped every experience I’ve had, stopped me from doing others I’d have chosen, forced me to take paths and experiences I’d have rather not, and sculpted the shape of the few precious free parts left. There’s not much else.
The precise geometry of that is still me, of course. A little grace, thanks.