More of them crop up and remind me of the often present...
Touchy Feely Kid
That one kid that has no concept of space bubble whatsoever.
I literally had a kid stand there and purposefully breathe on me.
Hot breath on my hand.
My soul was in a kind of inner anguish I am unable to express with words.
There are two kinds of touchy feely kid:
This kid loves loves LOVES you and expresses this by attempting to treat you like a conscious jungle gym. To this kid you find yourself saying, "Hands to yourself so-and-so. Yes. Hands to yourself includes holding my foot. Put it down."
This is the kid that grabs your arm every time they have a question. At first I was a little puzzled by this - and I was like "Why does this kid keep grabbing my arm? Why don't they just ask for help?" and then it came to me. Some when in this youngsters few years upon the planet they realized an important truth - it is is pretty much impossible to ignore someone who is touching you. They subsequently learned to use this truth to have power over your attention. If I am talking to almost five other kids at the same time they can demand (and acquire) my immediate attention by grabbing my arm.
I am not a fan of this.
Some slightly related not so deep introspection :
The root of my issue with touchy feely kid lies in a slight on going psychiatric problem. I don't like being touched by people for the most part.
It boils down to this. It weirds me out that other people are conscious beings. Does this turkey sandwich care that I picked it up and chucked at an unsuspecting frenemy? No. No it doesn't. But then if you try to hold hands with someone you are plagued with instant doubts. Do they hate this? I usually hate this so I bet they hate this. They hate this. I am sure they also care about being chucked at unsuspecting frenemies.
Too complicated. Too much guess work. I don't like it.
I certainly don't like being touched by people I don't know.
and I especially really really do not like being touched by people I don't like.
This person is not intended to represent anyone that I actually know. We will just say that I dislike her - probably because she has a bow in her hair - and she decided to put her hand on my shoulder. In response I feel angry and hissy like an assortment of threatened animals.
Here is a simple chart. Notice the scarcity of the green area.
You wrote a whole post about me me me! Thank you for the awesome vindication. The only time beings are allowed to touch me is when they are domestic animals (mammals only), small children who are related to me, and Jamie Bamber that one time. Because he is from television/outer space and doesn't count, apparently? Okay!
ReplyDeleteI am glad that you identify with this- especially because as I was posting it I thought to myself, "Liz this may be the kind of problem that is weird. The kind you should not really share with other people like telling your African American friends that you do not like Beyonce or reminding all of facebook how frequently you work out (status example: Up in the gym workin' on my fitness these abs witness - zero likes)." After we had this self-heart-to-heart I chose to ignore my own advice - like I do.
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