probably wasn’t into gymnastics as a kid
I cannot bear the absorbency of chalk. I refuse to have any in the house and even going to the local beach is difficult because of the huge white cliffs looming above me.
I cannot bear the absorbency of chalk. I refuse to have any in the house and even going to the local beach is difficult because of the huge white cliffs looming above me.
I am completely freaked out by lots of small holes in things. Like for example a tree trunk full of small holes all grouped together, or say lots of small holes across a lawn. Makes my skin crawl, and I can’t stop itching for ages afterwards.
Seeing the thing below about the girl who can’t touch cardboard, and it reminded me – I cannot touch plush fabric. The stuff people touch and say “oh, that’s so soft,” it makes my fingers feel so dry I am afraid I’ll get cut.
The thought of touching or sleeping on a bare mattress with no sheets makes me nauseous. Whenever I see mattress commercials where the lady is rubbing her hand on a bare mattress, i have to change the channel. In fact, just typing about this is making me a little sick.
I can’t stand to touch cardboard. Any time that I do touch cardboard I feel like it has wicked a ton of moisture out of my body and I have to find some lotion right away and get something to drink to replace the moisture that was lost.
Every time I begin to write on a fresh clean sheet of paper I must scratch the paper. Each piece of paper needs a different place scratched and each a different amount of time. I hope the paper enjoys this.
I can’t stand multiple bumps close together. Corn on the cob, multiple pimples, popcorn ceilings… anything with multiple bumps. They seriously freak me out.
I have reoccurring dreams about my mouth being full of an unending amount of hair clippings. I think that’s why I can’t stand eating shredded carrots.
I hate the touch of unpolished wood. Holding a popsicle stick gives me goosebumps. I have to eat popsicles by holding the stick with my sleeve, even though it gives me purple stains.
I can’t stand the feel of warm paper coming out of a laser printer or copier. If I have to grab it immediately, I wash my hands afterwards. The thought of it right now makes me cringe…