Bad touch
I'm in one of those moods where every person I walk by at work, I just want to slug them on the arm or tousle their hair or pat their shoulder. It's like I need to assert my physical presence to feel like I won't slip away. However, because I shrink from human touch like a cockroach, I assume everyone else is the same way. So, in a battle with my instincts, I have been refraining from touching anyone all day long. It's hard though. Maybe I need a couple of those satellite dishes for my hands, you know the kind that wounded puppies wear around their necks?
posted by jesse @ 2:40 PM
3 Comments:
this blog entry has left me with the feeling that there are many sides ot jesse that i do not even know, some, that he does not even understand himself. man is so complicated, yet so simple, sometimes only needing things like those cone things they put on dogs, but for our human writsts. but would that stop your arms from reaching jesse? would it?
Jesse, this phase best be a thing of the past by the time I come in to work alongside you on Monday...
--Your Sister
Thank you Beth. Sometimes I feel so misunderstood...
In other news, I find myself wondering whether or not my sister is really reading my blog. I'll have to ask her at work tomorrow. Wow, it's Herrell's all over again.
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