Humans have a weird need to take/touch things that they see. It's really fucking weird, but it's what we do for some reason.

That just makes me think of a Monday morning at work once. Said morning and what's up to him as I kinda smacked him, not hard, right on his shoulder. He almost started crying. I'm looking at him like what the hell wuss? He lifts up his shirt sleeve to show me a hack job of a tattoo that he had done over the weekend. I just laughed as he called me an ass for laughing. So of course to pick on him more the rest of the day I made like I was going to poke it or hit it again. haha