Is what I was trying to say.
I was startled, is all. I don't touch people, and they don't touch me. It is just how things go. Not by my choice, particularly...I have been told I am not approachable, I guess. Which is why when you stuck your hand in my face I tried to bury myself in the couch cushions and pretty much hissed like an angry cat. With words.
Then spent the rest of the evening trying to climb the couch arm to avoid contact, while you did the same with the person on your other side.
I wasn't trying to make it weird.
I was startled, is all.
Crumbs.
Crumbs. I like that.
ReplyDeleteGoodness, I get this feeling sometimes, and it is not pleasant.
I really wish you had not had experiences that made you able to write this.
I don't know if this will help, but to me, touch is very, very important, and I don't like it when people I don't trust with my mind or heart or emotions come near me.
My family does not understand that at all.
Anyway, I guess what I'm trying to say is that it isn't always a bad thing, and it isn't anyone's fault, and people should respect each other's boundaries because they're there for a reason.