I feel like this is such a cute question, but no, that’s not why. It’s a little complicated I guess but in an attempt to be concise:
- I find it very overwhelming which is unpleasant (Asperger’s Syndrome runs through my family, and part of AS is being very sensitive to a lot of different things. I don’t think any of us like kissing really!)
- I was pretty badly depressed for most of my teenage life, I really only started to get better once I was nearly 20, and depression only worsened my sensitivity to everything -including kissing, so it was was so much harder to handle than usual.
I actually haven’t kissed anyone since I’ve been recovering, I guess I’m a little scared and avoid it because I haven’t enjoyed it in the past. I don’t think I’ll ever really like kissing on the mouth very much but I don’t really mind. Other people mind, I’ve seriously offended people who I liked before because they thought I didn’t like them kissing me…!! It was never personal but I didn’t understand the whole sensitivity thing about myself until really recently, so I couldn’t explain it to them. I also didn’t understand why kissing is such a ~big deal~ to get upset over. It’s really kind of funny to look back on now!
Sorry I’m so bad at being concise but there you have it.
Virginia Snyder, by Alfred Cheney Johnston
when the solutions to a medical problem are “reduce stress” i am like? what am i going to do about this????? not go to school?? get rid of my parents??? force myself deeper down the road of total and complete apathy???
Chloé f/w 2012
Thank you! I’ve been mulling over these for ages now…
- I like being a two-in-the-morning, caught-in-the-crossfire kinda girl, but I always feel so trapped by everyone else.
- I find it impossible to take a single thing seriously ever since I stopped wanting to walk in front of buses.
- Kissing always makes me want to cry.
- When I’m stressed I imagine myself going to Potions class at Hogwarts.
- The Hour is my most favourite thing out of all the things ever, but only the first season.
David was my friend, and he’s dead. And did Lucien tell you how he died? He might not have wanted you to know, Allen. He tied David up. Put stones in his pockets to weigh him down, and then dragged him into the Hudson. He was alive, Allen, until Lucien made him drown.