Out of Touch with My Senses (short story)
Listening
I don’t understand! I don’t know what you are saying to me. Why are you so upset? I am only speaking the truth. Doesn’t everyone want to know the truth? Seriously? You don’t want me to tell you the truth? Well then I am going to have to stop talking. If I can’t say the truth, I can’t say anything. I have to say I may explode though, or leave one of the two. I don’t know how to live like that.
One sided conversation? You think this is a one sided conversation? What do you mean? It’s one sided because you are doing all of the talking and I am listening? Is that what you mean? You just told me not to tell you the truth, right? So I am just listening. OH, MY GOD! I don’t understand what you are talking about.
Hearing
Right now your voice sounds like a screeching owl and it is causing my brain to feel like it’s going to expand like a wet sponge and ooze out of my head. Can you please talk softer? Now what did I do? I just told you what it feels like for me when you talk in that voice. Oh, is that telling the truth when I shouldn’t? Why are you yelling at me?
Seeing
Do you have to wear that red shirt it is causing my eyes to strain and feel like they are going to melt? What color of red is that anyway? Oh, that made you angry? What I just said? Well I just think if we are going to have a discussion like this it would be nice if you wore another shirt that is more appealing. That way I can look at you and not feel like I am having blurred vision. Right? I could just close my eyes but it wouldn’t much help since I can still see your red shirt in my mind.
Smelling
Thank you for changing your shirt. Ok, so what you were saying is “the problem is me”? You said “I don’t communicate well or show emotion”? Is that right? Let’s see…”I have anger issues and I am too isolated”. Do you smell that? Um….”I need to be more social, I don’t have any friends”. I smell something! It is a very strong scent. Ok, ok you don’t understand me. “I am obsessed”. Ok, that’s it! That smell is driving me crazy! It smells like flowers or fruit or something. (Sniff, sniff) It’s your shirt! Oh, my take that off. Are you using a new detergent? Is that cologne or something? Oh, get it off; you have to wear something else. That smell is burning my nostrils! It’s just awful. Hey, where are you going? I thought we were having a discussion. We’re done? Oh, good, I am hungry. Ok, call me later. I am glad we are finished. I could hardly go on, I am so hungry.
Taste
This is the best strawberries and yogurt ever! The seeds in the strawberries crunch in every bite. Oh, I don’t like it when the little seeds get into the groove of my teeth and I can’t get it out. I can’t do anything until I get that out. Ok, squish I love the squish in every bite. The strawberries are cold and squishy. I like saying the word “squishy”. I can feel the red color in my mouth. Funny, it’s ok to eat red I just can’t look at it. At least not that shade of red. That was very strange shade of red. This yogurt is so white; I love the fresh, soothing coolness. The white and red go so well together they are perfect. This is making my mouth so happy. The bitter and the sweet mixed together cause my tongue to leap for joy. Ah, now that is much better. Full belly, favorite chair, writing my thoughts. Nice, quiet, peaceful. I wonder when they will call. I think it went well.
