“I’m thirty-six years old, but I don’t feel like it. Some days I feel like I’m twenty-one, some days I feel like I’m pushing sixty.”
“I’m in great shape. I’m 30 years old, and I feel like I’m 29.”
“I feel like I’m finally whole. I’m five thousand years old,” he rasped. “But the day you found me in the woods, that’s when my life started.”
“I feel like my old self. Especially since I feel like I’m developing dementia.”
“I feel vulnerable. I I try to mask my emotions, but I feel like everyone knows what I’m thinking and feeling, and I don’t like it. I don’t like being an open book. I feel like I’m up on the stage, pouring my heart out to him, and it scares the hell out of me.”
“Some days I feel like playing it smooth. Some days I feel like playing it like a waffle iron.”