...trying to sleep while you have a knee shoved into your chest or lower back is NOT comfortable.
Which leads me to what I was thinking about writing about in this glorious entry of the Porcelain Throne Chronicles.
I don't like being touched. Like, I have an aversion to just people touching me. I don't really know what it is, an invasion of personal space or whatever, but, I just can't stand it.
It's not really as severe as my fear or heights or balloons, but, it just freaks me out.
Whats kinda funny about this is that whenever you tell someone this in passing, or, mention the personal space thing, whats the first thing anyone wants to do upon hearing this? Invade your personal space.
It's kinda funny because it reminds me of a Chris Rock bit I believe, where he talks about when people have glasses they always want to "try them on" or some shit, but, you see someone in a wheelchair, you don't proceed to ask them if they can sit on the curb for a bit while you take their wheelchair for a test drive do you? I mean, I kinda do, my Aunt last year needed surgery, and, was confined to a wheelchair most of the time to get around, but, whenever I went to visit, if my mom and I were visiting in the common area, and, my Aunt was sitting in one of the common area chairs instead of her wheelchair, I would hop in and wheel around for a bit. Always lots of fun... BUT, its isn't like I dumped her out and went for a spin while she was screaming in pain on the floor.
Anyways, yeah, thats exactly what people want to do!!! Like, I don't get violent or pushy, when people start to approach me I kinda freeze up, and kinda deal with whatever happens. Funny guy I used to work with, Joe, real comedian, always went around grunting like Tim Allen, when I was in the woodshop I always oddly kinda felt like I was on the set of "Tool Time", as soon as he heard this about me, everytime he saw me for the last 2 or 3 months at my job, everychance he got, he was always hugging me. It's pretty funny when I'm writing this to think about it, cause, I'm getting a good laugh thinking about it, but yeah LOL, when accosted, I must look like a deer in headlights.
But, why is it that people do feel this need to invade personal space, when they know its unwelcome?!?!? This is actually one of the reasons I'm becoming fond of my gfs dog Holly, she seems to have the same aversion. Like, Holly likes to get pet, and likes to get some attention, but, if shes laying down, and, relaxing, and, someone starts to walk over to her to pet her, or, even if you just walk past, she gets this "Deer in headlights" look on her face, shes SO horrified that she might get accosted. It's quite funny, so, yeah, like I said, it must be funny to watch me when someone looks like they are gonna touch me... weird too, I don't really know how or when this started to become a phobia to me. I used to spend 3 or 4 days a week in NYC when I was younger going to General Admission shows, and people bumping up against me and such never bothered me like 10 or 15 years ago. Odd how brains and bodies change over the course of ones lifetime. Kinda like how I used to HATE coffee... than started drinking it... now I drink it black with a little sugar, if you told me that when I was 18, I'd have gotten a good hearty laugh.
Ok, best get ready for the weekend. Sadly with my gf being sick, she did go to work today tho, I feel that going to Toyota Speedway in Irwindale for the K+N All Star Showdown tomorrow isn't an option for tomorrow. Which kinda sucks, I wanted to see how Travis Pastrana did in his stick car debut. Oh well, guess we'll see what the weekend brings. I'll prolly sit around and do nothing, as, I had plans and they followed thru, and, doing anything else would be kinda offensive don't you think? If I had plans to do something, I should be able to do what I want, which will prolly be fatting around watching TV.
At least its lunchtime!!!
