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No Touchy TouchyWell this little tidbit is not exzactly a seceret to those who know me personaly, but rather much the oppisite for anyone who does know me personally it is imparitive to know this about me for thier own continued good health and well being. Somewhere between Middle School and Highschool, I cannot recall exzactly when it had developed completely and fully I have come to strongly despise having any sort of physcial contact, or being touched or touching in any way, other people.
And this does extend to everyone including friends and family, I find it most distasteful for a family member or a friend to hug me. And should there be an event in which someone for the gods only know what reason, get the idea in thier head to hug me, it is my initial and strongest reaction and instict to simply shove them off of me, and this very well may happen in the event that the hug is given by someone I do not know well, but in the case in which I am not in a posistion to comit assult becasue I do not feel like deealing with the possible reporcutions later, even though I think that it ought to be considered up there with self-defense to assult someone who invades ones private and personal sapce for any reason. I will make my displeasure and disgust quite obvious in my body posture. For one thing I will never return the hug I do not care whom is giving it or why. But rather I will become quite stiff and my body will tense up and I keep my arms just at me sides, while I stand thier mortified and horrified by the whole event.
Though I will find handshpake more acceptiable if not desirebale by those whom I do know, I find it quite disgusting to shake the hands of those I do not know well or at all. And I have the urge to instantly go wash my hands after the handshake. Though this is not becasue of any sort of germphobia I have, I am not in fear that I will catch any illness, but rather I simply find the feel of anothers flesh against mine, and have another persons essence left upon me to be distasteful.
I am much like a cat whom have the habbit of after you have just finnished petting or holding them instantly are overcome with the need to start cleaning themselves. 5:11 PM - 5/22/2007 - post comment
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