I have often seen a picture of myself as a baby, a couple of them actually, that show someone picking me up and me doing a sort of back bend. This was known as 'The Arch" to my parents and their friends. I think that a certain portion of me being picked up like that as a kid still remains. Often you pick a baby up by their armpits. I HATE when someone touches me there, so much so that I have a 'knee jerk' reaction that involves me shooting my elbow back in an attempt to stop someone from touching me. This reaction does not care who you are, I'll elbow the sh*t out of you. I used to chase my sister around the house when she did this to me. I think the reaction comes from a helpless feeling of not being in control, like someone can just pick you up from behind and do what they please. Other than that I have no real problem with touch, at least I don't think I do.
Everyone has their own personal 'bubble' space and, what with assault laws these days, people tend to keep touch to a minimum. As for personal tastes I, like everyone else, have my preferences. I don't like cashmere at all because all of those little fibers can get on my hands and if I were to touch or itch my eyes I would possibly get one of the fibers in there and it would screw with my contact lenses. Speaking of which, it took me around thirty minutes to put them in the first time but no it’s easy, and I can freely touch my eye if I need to without flinching. I tend to like the feel of sort things, which shouldn't be much of a shock. Dogs and cats are at the top of the list. Just like anything else, though, make sure they don't mind being touched.
I don't like things that are cold and wet as they remind me of damp fall whether where your limbs feel like they might shatter if you tapped them on the table. Anyone else who lives in the Northeast knows this feeling. Cold and wet are okay on there own but together the two are evil twins. Come to think of it I don’t think anyone likes this feeling. One water feeling I actually crave is rain. I love rain drops hitting me in the head to the point that I walk slowly through the rain with my head uncovered. I have no idea where or when I started to like this feeling but it has remained constant over the years. I don't see why people run around to avoid it all the time, its just water. (Well, people work really hard on their hair or their clothes are too nice to get wet I suppose).
The subject of touch was a hard one for me. Unlike the other senses its all about personal preference more than anything else. I'll probably need to go back and revamp this entry, but for now, that'll do.
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