Queen of Rambles

What’s this? A morning entry? Why yes, yes it is. Or rather, it is an afternoon entry but since I’m still in my robe it counts as morning. This not working has me thrown all off kilter. I can’t wait for school to start.

I started the day off with a bang, which is why I have to post. I made a block in the morning instead of the evening, so here is block seven.. I really, really like how it turned out.

And now for a little tongue dominance.

I’ve been reading a ozarque’s live journal and find it fascinating. She’s a linguist and author (linguistics and sci-fi) so her interests are right up my alley. She’s been talking about touch dominance and how touch dominant people really don’t have much of an outlet in our “Don’t touch! Keep your hands to yourself!” society. I am a very visual person, but I am also VERY touch dominant. I want to touch everything. To go one step further, I’ll make an admission here that I don’t tell many people. I want to lick everything, especially glass. I don’t usually lick things unless they are mine and I know they are clean, but when I’m browsing at a store and find something that feels interesting my first instinct is to lick it. My sister had to keep admonishing me the whole time we were in New Mexico with a high pitched “Don’t lick my baby!”

I think the whole “touch dominance” thing is why I like to quilt so much. I love touching the fabric. I like looking at it too, but I feel it all before I buy it. I don’t generally buy fabrics that I don’t like to touch.

This also comes into play in a big way in my food choices. There are lots of foods I don’t like and almost all of them come down to texture rather than taste. If it doesn’t feel good in my mouth I will spit it out, polite or not. Coconut, mushrooms, lima beans, tapioca. . .all those things have nasty textures. I love cous cous because it feels so cool in my mouth.

My whole fish fearing deal really comes down to touch. It’s the thought of a fish touching me that gives me a panic attack. They are gross to look at, but only because I can imagine their nasty, slimy skin touching my flesh. Then I start to gag. We had gold fish when I was a kid and they never bothered me, though I never petted them like my sister would do. I really didn’t get freaked out by fish until my aunt starting talking about how her tropical fish would jump out of their tank and land on the couch or her neck. That’s when my little fear started to spin out of control.

Maybe that’s why I communicate so well online and not in person. I am not an auditory person at all. Online communication requires the touch of the keyboard combined with visual words–my two strong points. When I hear music I generally visual myself typing the words as I sing along. Sometimes I’ll even actually sit there and let my fingers play over a pretend keyboard in time with the music.

And now I guess I better go and do some writing that must be done before we leave on our trip tomorrow. I am not going to let myself work out until I get the writing done. When did exercise turn into a reward? Or maybe I am just anticipating the shower after the work out. I’ve still got that nasty, oily morning feeling. I could never be one of those people who take a shower ever few days. I’m much, much too oily for that.

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