Yeah, so I have this thing. I like to be touched. You know, hugs, pats on the shoulder. Common things that most people do to other people. I think it's cuz I wasn't hugged enough as a child. I don't really know. Anyway. I have always liked to be touched, but I was also scared of it. If I would even brush against somebody I would quickly pull away from them, thinking that they didn't want to touch me. I mean why would they? Nobody likes touching me. I never understood it. I would, and still do, but not as much, see my friends hugging there other friends, but not me. I started to think that, maybe I gave off this aura saying, "DON'T TOUCH ME!!!!!!" I really don't know. I need to talk to my boyfriend about this. Let him know that I want him to touch me more. Not in a sexual way ether. Just casual. A hand on the shoulder, a hug, anything. Just to let me know that he wants to touch me. You know? I tend to be a insecure person.
You know, I went to the beach with Noel and some of her friends, and I told my boyfriend about it. He was like, "Ooooh, should I be worried?" I was completely puzzled. I had NO idea what he was talking about. It hadn't even occurred to me that he would think that somebody at the beach would catch my eye. I mean, who am I, that I would catch anybody elses eye? I made some friends. That is about it... ::sighs:: Some times I wonder if maybe I am just dreaming and that everything that is going on is just a figment from that dream. ...Then I realize how many stupid people I run in to and realize that if it is a dream it's more of a nightmare then a dream... But good things don't happen in nightmares... Only in dreams... So this must be some sort of real life... I guess... It's as real as I can make my mind think it is.
There is no spoon.
Tri
You know, I went to the beach with Noel and some of her friends, and I told my boyfriend about it. He was like, "Ooooh, should I be worried?" I was completely puzzled. I had NO idea what he was talking about. It hadn't even occurred to me that he would think that somebody at the beach would catch my eye. I mean, who am I, that I would catch anybody elses eye? I made some friends. That is about it... ::sighs:: Some times I wonder if maybe I am just dreaming and that everything that is going on is just a figment from that dream. ...Then I realize how many stupid people I run in to and realize that if it is a dream it's more of a nightmare then a dream... But good things don't happen in nightmares... Only in dreams... So this must be some sort of real life... I guess... It's as real as I can make my mind think it is.
There is no spoon.
Tri
