Thursday, 20 September 2007


Made another discovery today one that has been staring me in the face for a very long time; but I had to do one of those little quizzes for it to stand out properly. For a long time people have raved and rave about the five love languages. As the large portion of my close acquaintances are navel gazes we have analysed each other and decided what we all were and that. I could never seem to figure out what I was nor find one that fitted comfortably. They decided I was quality time. I didn't have a better suggestion so I went with it.

It was however almost a horrible discovery that according to a test I did, my love language is touch. You might ask why this is a horrible discovery. I don't like being touched. If I don't know you, don't like you, don't trust you, I do not want to be touched by you. I get creepy crawlies all over and I bristle like an frightened cat.

Though as I thought about it more when I am in under extreme stress, it seems to be the thing I crave the most. If I could picture what I wanted most at those times I just want to be held by people I know, like and trust.

Not sure why I am a walking oxymoron at the moment, everyone I know would tell you I don't do touch, and I need training to do it as I don't do it very well. Will get back to you when I figured out the how come.

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