Why I Don’t Like to Touch People

 

Dear Peter Kent,  Thank you for the best night of human interaction I have had in several years.  I appreciate the way you shared yourself with me, and I look forward to knowing you more fully.  If we find that we are not suited for each other, let me photograph you for your profile.  The one you have online is so obscure that I thought you weighed at least three times what you do and does not show off your gorgeous face.  If your photo did you justice, and I am an excellent photographer, you would have to empty your email box several times a day from all the women who would be clamoring for your attention.  In fact, I will do this for you even if we do seem to be going somewhere.  I am confidant in my ability to satisfy a man and if that were not enough for you, then you deserve to find someone who could.  It's not flowers, but I have a problem with cutting a perfectly good rose off of the bush that created it.

 

I would like to hear about Susan.  I would also like to know how you came up with your screen name.  There would appear to be a story there, or is that a figment of my imagination?

 

I couldn’t find any reference of David seeking the assistance of a fortune teller, but the following verse prevents me from utilizing one:

Mal:3:5: And I will come near to you to judgment; and I will be a swift witness against the sorcerers, and against the adulterers, and against false swearers, and against those that oppress the hireling in his wages, the widow, and the fatherless, and that turn aside the stranger from his right, and fear not me, saith the LORD of hosts.

 

I don't doubt their ability.  I have a certain ability myself and I think all children are born with it, but we crush it out of them by ignoring it, or criticizing them or discounting it as fantasy.  When I was racing horses, Jamie was very popular at the track with all the old men as she was very good at picking the winners.  When I saw it in her I tried to nurture that ability because it can serve one very well.  I find nothing in the Bible that precludes one from having and exercising the ability, but rather the issue seems to be when people choose to seek out a spiritist rather than seeking out God.  Jamie and I are very different and yet almost always on the same wave length to the point where it is a common joke between us to ask, "Did I say that out loud?"  Sometimes we honestly can't tell.

 

I am particularly good at finding people and empathizing with them.  I could almost always get in the car and go straight to where ever Don was.  That became increasingly handy when he started getting lost.  I could just feel him.  I have even found him as he was driving down the Interstate;  a moving target!  I have had similar experiences with other people who were in grave danger, such as my brother who was lost in a snow storm and a former boyfriend who tired to commit suicide.  It was strongest with Don and that is why not finding him has been so hard for me.  It's what I do best and I can't do it.  I can't feel him.  For a couple of days after his disappearance I thought I could, but every where I looked was wrong and then I couldn't feel him any more.

 

The empathy comes in waves.  Sometimes when I touch someone, or even just get too close, I feel a surge of emotion that doesn't seem to be mine.  That is why I was so intrigued with what you felt when Marsa introduced you to Roseanne.  You are obviously receptive to this sort of unexpected input.  I can't usually make any sense of it.  I passed close to a woman once and was compelled to tell her to stay away from ladders and as you can imagine people don't take that kind of unsolicited advice well.  I didn't know why, but I could see a ladder and I could see her weeping, so it seems like the appropriate thing to say at the time.  It is not usually even that well defined.  It is just a gust of emotion that leaves me gasping for air.

 

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