Bringing Out My Autistic Side

This hate gives me the heebie jeebies and makes me believe that I might be mildly autistic (just like my dog). I literally cringe when I think about it. I HATE the way velvet feels, and this is where the autistic part comes in. I think that my brain cannot handle this sensation and it makes me want to scream and pull my skin off. I don’t think velvet is soft, I think it’s scratchy and when I touch it I can literally feel it in my eyes. I’m not joking, I can feel the texture with my eyes (I’m magical like a friggin’ unicorn). I feel bad for those poor babies dressed in velvet for their Christmas pictures, but not so bad that I wouldn’t punch them. Honestly, Need to punch babies + Close proximity = Path of least resistance, you get the picture, if they get to close these velvet babies are getting punched! Oh look, I made this fun AND educational by adding an equation. I should be teaching kids to finger paint….