Stones taught me how to fly.
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It’s amazing how we can all be so vicious, so passionate, so blunt in the online world. I couldn’t imagine saying half of what I say in here, honestly, and everyone knows I have this huge ginormous mouth that never seems to shut up, really…so how about people who are more reserved?
Well, thank God we have blogs to blow some steam off.
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“You have an unsaved post!”
more like you tried to be funny before realizing how lame you are and exited out of the text post
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THIXOPHOBIA
[noun]
also known as aphephobia, haphephobia, haphophobia, hapnophobia, haptephobia or haptophobia. A rare specific phobia that involves the fear of touching or of being touched; the fear of physical contact. It is an acute exaggeration of the normal tendencies to protect one’s personal space, expressed as a fear of contamination or of the invasion, and extending even to people whom its sufferers know well.
Sometimes the fear is restricted specifically, or predominantly, to being touched by people of the opposite sex. In women, this is often associated with a fear of sexual assault. Dorais reports that many boys who have been the victims of sexual abuse also have a fear of being touched, quoting one victim who describes being touched as something that “burns like fire”, causing him to freeze up or to lash out.
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The origin of indifference
A few nights ago, I wished I could scream or sob or laugh all the anger, hurt and pain I feel away, because I know that this time, it’s a whole different situation entirely. So I shut it all out, didn’t talk about it because everyone was busy with their own lives, trying to make it through their own conflicts. Then those feelings just sort of fused together, and froze from the chill of the tidal waves that came to quickly upon everyone’s shore.
And then, I couldn’t feel anything anymore. No anger. No hurt. No pain. But I know it’s still there, in fact…just waiting for something, someone, with enough warmth and light to just melt it all away and help those feelings pass.
But maybe, just maybe, I don’t WANT that person to come—not yet, at least, because with those feelings frozen in there somewhere, it’s really easier to cope. Now I know why some people around me prefer to do this. Heh, I might even get used to it…way easier than fixing problems the way a sensible person should. I don’t want to be sensible, I don’t want to be caught in all the drama…I just want to make it through the day for now. Or maybe even the next day. And the next.
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At our shack…I mean, hotel room. Yes, I know I look like absolute crap tonight. Haha. And oh yes, it is a shack, sort of, but a really cool one(the proper term’s a Kampong hut for those who’d like to know) and ohgodasdfghjkl I cannot begin to describe how much fun I’ve been having since we’ve been here. I was thinking of maybe uploading a few photos for a photoset but oh well, I’m just, really tired tonight. Haha. We’re off to Universal Studios tomorrow, so please do wish us all a happy time there.
Well, good night everyone.
![victoriousvocabulary:
THIXOPHOBIA
[noun]
also known as aphephobia, haphephobia, haphophobia, hapnophobia, haptephobia or haptophobia. A rare specific phobia that involves the fear of touching or of being touched; the fear of physical contact. It is an acute exaggeration of the normal tendencies to protect one’s personal space, expressed as a fear of contamination or of the invasion, and extending even to people whom its sufferers know well.
Sometimes the fear is restricted specifically, or predominantly, to being touched by people of the opposite sex. In women, this is often associated with a fear of sexual assault. Dorais reports that many boys who have been the victims of sexual abuse also have a fear of being touched, quoting one victim who describes being touched as something that “burns like fire”, causing him to freeze up or to lash out.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m400iiAxMg1r47bczo1_500.jpg)
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