A very strange posting. I feel like I came in on the middle of the movie.
I'm not sure there is anything else but the middle of the movie. We only walk into conversations, events, experiences. We don't do much else.
We sit on a couch, talk to a person. Both are others.
I'm not sure that there is always a big difference between ourselves and others, though couches can be more comfortable if you are looking for a place to sit down.
And they are always there for you.
Yes, and they never contradict you... or say that they are clueless about what you are getting at.
So you'd like to be hitched to a couch?
Sometimes, until I try to get it to move.
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