"people with thin mental boundaries do not clearly separate the contents of consciousness, so that a fantasy life of daydreaming may bump right against everyday reality. it's as if those with thin boundaries have porous shells that allow more their their environment to penetrate and 'get' to them - and into their dreams."
the funny thing is, i didn't want to read the article "sense and sensitivity." who wants to read an article about overly sensitive people? the term "sensitivity" has such a negative connotation. but really, what is at the crux of the matter, is that i already know i am an overly sensitive person so why read about it and rub it in? it's clearly a trait of the family somewhere as i know my little brother is just as sensitive if not more than i. so i passed it. the article hurt my feelings without even trying.
the magazine passed hands and soon was returned to mine. "did you read the article about sensitive people?" my friend asked. no. "you really should. it's kind of about you." as true to my nature as possible i snuffed her, feeling insulted that she would think that i would need to read an article about being a highly sensitive person. "you really should read it. it's about your actual senses too." this peaked my interest. the senses are fascinating. why oh why do my senses seem so much more fine tuned than my peers? why can i smell the stale beer on the man's breath to the point that it makes me nauseous and turn curt to make him leave? why does the distant sound of a song i like find my ears even in a busy, crowded, loud room when no one else can (in general) hear? why does the touch of ribbons literally make me cringe, even as i write about them? my fingers are literally throbbing as i write. my eyes can easily spot things in my surroundings, finding beauty in what appears to be invisible to others. and i suppose it could be that my tastes are superior to others too and perhaps i take that for granted... but i do LOVE cheese. among other things.
i'm rambling. anyways. this article lends information on highly sensitive people, painting them in a rather bright light. it is kind of nice to be affected by your surroundings. it is nice to be genuinely moved by a song, by the red poppies that somehow sprout in the urban sprawl... i guess being able to read moods to a tee like it's nothing has its merits too (occasionally). somehow i wonder how much sensitivity inhibits my ability to live a normal life..
i'm rambling. but just take a minute to think about your senses. they're pretty remarkable, aren't they? do you have any ailments? gifts?
