Some people freak out at the sight of blood. Others can not stand the smell of certain foods, but for me textures are the one and only thing that make me eek! I wish I could describe the chilling pain I feel each time I must come face to face with a cotton ball. Clothes shopping is hard because I have to over analyze each article of clothing and debate whether or not I will shrill each time I wear it. Texture, more specifically cotton, ruins and dictates my life.
I remember the first time I had to use a cotton ball. First grade, December snowman project. “Class!” shouted my first grade teacher. “ Today we will be making snowmen” she said so innocently, but quickly turned out to be the most horrible experience for me. Paper plates, googly eyes and glue were quickly handed out. But, where was the snow? Coming out of the grocery store brown paper bag on the back counter of the first grade classroom was the most horrid art and beauty supply of all;cotton balls. I remember being excited to make my snowman, but the feeling wore off once I commenced to construct the body. The texture made me cringe inside a feeling my first grade self never experienced before. I felt my fingertips quickly melt as if I had touched real snow except this time, it was not cold but an uncomfortable feeling of eek! Unfortunately, this was only the beginning of my texture issues.
I discovered that I would get the same feeling with socks and certain cotton shirts. Although my texture issues go beyond cotton, such as not being able to eat certain foods due to their texture, I would say cotton is the worst. The horrendous feeling of cotton on my fingertips is one of the many feelings I would not wish on anyone. So, the next time you feel cotton, I wonder if you will eek!