Human Touch

Hello Reader. I hope you are still around. I've been meaning to get back into this whole blogging thing again but my schedule has been beyond crazy and when I get down time, all my conscious state of mind wants to do is be a lazy pile of..(pause to thinking of something to fill in this sentence besides poop). Just a quick catch up before I dive into my thoughts: my boyfriend Jeff is in Oklahoma for baseball. I completed summer school and am now a junior(credit wise) for college. I got a tattoo. I still don't own a cat. I am a gym nut. That should cover it for now. If there are any outrageous moments where you are completely confused, I'm sure I'll somehow guide you through it. Time for thoughts. The human touch is such a precious thing that I think many individuals take for granted, including myself. I never thought the human touch could hold such a significance until recently. It's such an involuntary action that doesn't require a lot of thought. It has been noted that the human touch lessens pain and it is a natural part of human development and communication. The simple touch of another individual creates a bond. It could be a simple bond from acquaintances, a loving bond between friends or a deep and complex bond between partners. Many people starve themselves from human touch and it has been noted to cause breakdowns in the brain and emotional sensory inputs. Lately I've found myself craving human touch. The longing of a kiss, the way my heart beats faster when our fingers intertwined, the caressing of his hand on the small of my back. All of those things have been taken from me or maybe I just didn't treasure those acts of love until it was too late. With losing daily human touch, I have become oversensitive. I do not greatly appreciate this quality I have adapted but it has been infused to my, now, daily living. Females are more sensitive than most males, obviously, but being 1,150 miles away from one that you cherish makes it even harder. Often times I just feel like a burden and shut myself down. Sometimes I forget how to properly vent and then get trapped in my own thoughts. (I sound like a crazy person.) As of now, I don't know how to fix the problem but all I know is that I'm sensitive. Little things that wouldn't bother most individuals, I find, tend to bother me. Maybe human touch isn't to blame, maybe I just have always been a crazy oversensitive person. Either way, I cannot stand it but at the same time, I want it known that I'm upset or hurt or sad or whatever the emotion is. Does that make sense? Who knows. Maybe it really doesn't. I'm going to continue to blog because I need a venting outlet again, reader. I don't know if you're still around to listen to me, it's been a while. I must get back to a dreaded essay. Goodnight.