Peaceful obsessive-compulsive things.
Monday, June 10th, 2013 11:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
feel_the_windI was going to write about stuff, but instead my computer sat on the side table all forlorn as I wrapped myself in my blanket against the cold and began picking hairs out of it one by one. Long hairs, short hairs, stringy hairs, squiggly hairs, thick hairs, thin hairs... all black, and caught in the furry fleece softness of my blanket. It was kind of like a zen thing, just completely blanking out and feeling so at peace and calm, like a nice sleep, going through the folds and pulling out hairs one by one with my human fingers, and putting them in a corner of a shelf at my bed-side. I could have kept going on, and then maybe feel a little sad when there are not ore hairs to pic, but I got too tired, so I wanted to write something and sleep.
I thought it was kind of like preening. One of many possible analogues. Sometimes I also stroke my hair a lot in a certain way, to get stuff out of it, and enter a zen state of doing it. But I also thought it could be a stress response.
On that note, I also like to stim by rubbing my toes together, scraping the corner of a toenail against the next toe. It feels so nice it's interesting... human body parts, especially the parts less often used consciously like the toes, are so intriguing. The sensations. I could do nothing and think nothing, except feeling my toes rub against each other, for a long time. It could lull me to sleep. Some things never get old.
I thought it was kind of like preening. One of many possible analogues. Sometimes I also stroke my hair a lot in a certain way, to get stuff out of it, and enter a zen state of doing it. But I also thought it could be a stress response.
On that note, I also like to stim by rubbing my toes together, scraping the corner of a toenail against the next toe. It feels so nice it's interesting... human body parts, especially the parts less often used consciously like the toes, are so intriguing. The sensations. I could do nothing and think nothing, except feeling my toes rub against each other, for a long time. It could lull me to sleep. Some things never get old.
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Date: 2013-06-11 06:35 am (UTC)I've definitely compared it to preening before.
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Date: 2013-06-27 02:56 am (UTC)I can just imagine a mammal anthro wearing something like a fleece bathrobe. It would have so many hairs in it, the robe would be all fuzzy and prickly. I could spend forever picking every single hair out, haa.
Maybe better not.