rather than touching grass, i recommend going to a concert and experiencing the live performance of that one song you hold religiously close to your heart.
If you can’t riff it’s not a charisma thing to me. It’s more like you don’t notice things. Your mind isn’t working to find the connections that amuse and delight. You are bogged down in the muck and the mire.
if i met someone outside a club in paris prepared to kill a man over a backpack and she explained how she just ran away bc her wedding was called off bc she was still in love with the brother while sipping on an aperol spritz i would’ve also wanted to keep her around