Like for someone to touch me on my back or my shoulders, I’ll have a mini-heart attack. I’m just…easily startled.
It brings a smile to my face. Because I love them all equally.
Until my stomach starts hurting and I go “WHY AM I IN PAIN???”
And then I think back on when I last ate and go—“oh, okay”
It’s why I don’t like telling people stuff that’s wrong with me…because it makes me sad to see them sad and worried about me…and…
Well—I /hate/ my father so that’s only to be expected.