Tuesday, March 23, 2010
I am a toucher. I like to touch and feel things. I always have to touch someone's cool granite countertops, the texture on the church walls, the fluffy teddy bear, the divets in a piece of wood, my baby's soft cheeks, etc. I love the tactile sensation of the cool grass on my bare feet. I adore the feeling of fresh beach sand between my toes. That is, until it dries out. There are fabrics and textures I love and those that I can't stand. I absolutely HATE flannel pajamas and sheets. Flannel gives me "princess and the pea" syndrome. There are some synthetic silks that make me crazy. I'd probably run if somebody tried to make me wear clothes made from them. I can't stand lotion because it's slimy.
I could probably write an entire separate entry on slime. I have problems with textures when it comes to food. I can overlook texture when it comes to foods that are familiar. The texture may be an issue for me if it is foreign fare . I don't like touching raw meat, lotion, some sauces, jello, shampoo (yes, I still use it), mud, oils (bath and otherwise), ointment, and a host of other things. Slimy, pasty, soggy, greasy, creamy, oily, syrupy things are just difficult for me.
I suppose it isn't surprising that some textures would be hard for me to handle when I favor touch so much.
So, what sense do you favor? Smell? Taste? Sight? Touch? or Sound?