Curse these clammy hands of mine!! I consider myself to be someone who is relatively in good health. I work out and stay fit, and even though I may skip a meal or two, I believe I am a pretty healthy individual. Nevertheless, I suffer from a few slight maladies that hinder social, and even, lamentably, intimate situations.
These wretchedly clammy hands forbid me to be able to touch a person without anxiety! Does anyone KNOW what it feels like to be unable to touch a person because that person would be repelled by the mere feel of your hand?! Hell, I'd do the same. Cold, wet hands aren't necessarily the most appealing of textures. And when they're not clammy, my hands are just plain sweaty, which obviously still makes social situations uncomfortable. Imagine having to wipe your hands before having to hold onto someone else's, or having to periodically wipe your hands when you are. GRAH!
And don't even get me started on my indigestion. Although, my indigestion seems to be dying down. THANKFULLY. cripes.
All I really want to do today is read. It's pretty nice outside so perhaps I shall partake in a little sunny atsmosphere while I indulge my hunger for literature??
I don't know why I'm typing so weird today. I'm sure that if I read anyone's journal that looked like this I would be annoyed.
Tomorrow I have a full docket of events: buying school books and comics, visiting the school library, sparring at Elk River, spring cleaning at Blaine.
Amy's birthday is in a few days. I think. It's either on the third or the thirtieth. She must be a gemini, then? hrmmmm. I don't remember her being a gemini. If she was born on the thirtieth then that would make her a cancer, and for some reason that sounds more right. I seem to remember that for some reason. As if that really signifies or means anything; I'm just thinking on the keyboard. That's all. I wish she would talk to me. If I could have a partner in crime right now, it'd be her. But I think I scared her away when all I really really wanted was a friend. She still has my Choke by Chuck Pahlaniuk, too. anyway.
quote of right now
"It is only the sacred things that are worth touching." -- Lord Henry from Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray.
That's a fairly enjoyable book, by the by.
I recently purchased the Sexual Position a Day Playbook, which looks much more innovative and fun than the Kama Sutra. I probably won't be putting it to good use for awhile, but it'll be there when I need it. heh.
These wretchedly clammy hands forbid me to be able to touch a person without anxiety! Does anyone KNOW what it feels like to be unable to touch a person because that person would be repelled by the mere feel of your hand?! Hell, I'd do the same. Cold, wet hands aren't necessarily the most appealing of textures. And when they're not clammy, my hands are just plain sweaty, which obviously still makes social situations uncomfortable. Imagine having to wipe your hands before having to hold onto someone else's, or having to periodically wipe your hands when you are. GRAH!
And don't even get me started on my indigestion. Although, my indigestion seems to be dying down. THANKFULLY. cripes.
All I really want to do today is read. It's pretty nice outside so perhaps I shall partake in a little sunny atsmosphere while I indulge my hunger for literature??
I don't know why I'm typing so weird today. I'm sure that if I read anyone's journal that looked like this I would be annoyed.
Tomorrow I have a full docket of events: buying school books and comics, visiting the school library, sparring at Elk River, spring cleaning at Blaine.
Amy's birthday is in a few days. I think. It's either on the third or the thirtieth. She must be a gemini, then? hrmmmm. I don't remember her being a gemini. If she was born on the thirtieth then that would make her a cancer, and for some reason that sounds more right. I seem to remember that for some reason. As if that really signifies or means anything; I'm just thinking on the keyboard. That's all. I wish she would talk to me. If I could have a partner in crime right now, it'd be her. But I think I scared her away when all I really really wanted was a friend. She still has my Choke by Chuck Pahlaniuk, too. anyway.
quote of right now
"It is only the sacred things that are worth touching." -- Lord Henry from Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray.
That's a fairly enjoyable book, by the by.
I recently purchased the Sexual Position a Day Playbook, which looks much more innovative and fun than the Kama Sutra. I probably won't be putting it to good use for awhile, but it'll be there when I need it. heh.
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Actually I'm more afraid of Clockwork Orange, its long and by Kubrick who I NEVER seem to get.