Years ago on a date trying to impress: I order a crab curry. What arrives is a crab cracker. An adult size bib. And a whole crab. Curried.
I lived a life contained, controlled, and closed. And this crab required big movements. Being visible. Being messy.
I shrunk and suffered nervously. And never had that second date.
"That crab cracked me open" would be the neat, contained way to end this. But life is messier, and I am still learning how to stay open no matter what arrives.