I realize why I love the feeling I get when I zap ⚡️ a pleb.
When my kids were younger they both played soccer (football to my non-American friends). I had forgotten how wonderful it felt to high five someone who is 100% committed to that high five. No pretense.
We’d high five each other with so much gusto during those hot summer games that mommy had to bow out. It’s too painful to be smacked in the hand that hard she said. ₿ut I never refused a single high five. I miss those days. ⚡️
