It's one of the most overrated senses. Seriously. What the fuck is with the obsession with touch? Sure, it feels lovely and all that, but it's so... ugh. It's just so temperamental. One touch can leave you cold, the next hot, the next fearful... why do we put so much emphasis on touch? I mean, jeez. I live without it for long periods of time. I've always lived like this - growing up and getting a few hugs on Sunday at Grandma's house, shaking hands after church (when I went to church), the occasional person who would want to pull me into a hug, way back when when my father used to put his arm around me and rub my arm with his hand... all very fleeting and rare. I find it side splitting-ly hilarious when people say they couldn't live without a touch from [insert person here] and that sometimes even hugging a stuffed animal or what-have-you suffices until the next time they touch [person's name]. I don't know. I guess I've learned to live without touch so long that any time I actually DO get to touch someone, I'm hesitant and awkward about it. People think I'm crazy for not liking touch and then getting too touchy feely, but really, it's hard not to crave it when you experience it after not having it for a while. I blame the way I grew up. I was that awkward kid that no one wanted around. Almost always picked last. Hell, even the outcasts had more friends than I did. No one touched me unless they had to, and even then, if they didn't wipe their hands on their pants it was a really good day.
*sigh* I hate my memories. Well, most of them anyway.
