My parents worked at the same place for awhile as a kid. My mom worked days and my dad worked nights. I was too young to be left alone at home so my mom would take me in to work, they’d have shift change, and then my dad would take me home. They thought I was sitting in the breakroom watching TV but occasionally I’d go wander through the administrative offices. It was late enough that nobody was working in that part of the building so I’d go wander. I wouldn’t touch a thing (except for the candy bowls some desks had) but the feeling of “nobody knows you’re here” plus “you’re not supposed to be here” plus “nobody may EVER know” resulted in a tingle throughout my whole body.
This neighbors on the feeling of “I shouldn’t be here, but I am”
My parents worked at the same place for awhile as a kid. My mom worked days and my dad worked nights. I was too young to be left alone at home so my mom would take me in to work, they’d have shift change, and then my dad would take me home. They thought I was sitting in the breakroom watching TV but occasionally I’d go wander through the administrative offices. It was late enough that nobody was working in that part of the building so I’d go wander. I wouldn’t touch a thing (except for the candy bowls some desks had) but the feeling of “nobody knows you’re here” plus “you’re not supposed to be here” plus “nobody may EVER know” resulted in a tingle throughout my whole body.
Thats cool, they’re very adultey-orientated spaces, too.
I’ve never had an experience like ths but i can imagibe the ‘i dont belong here’ vibe
I just call that feeling living.