Well, only a little. In a display of how astonishing my complete lack of sense of what my body is doing is, we bonked heads. His head hit my glasses, and apparently my glasses are MIGHTY AND POWERFUL, because they fought his tooth and won. Poor guy, now he's in pain until he can get to the dentist and it's my fault*. Everyone give him hugs. Or toy robots. I'm told that will also work.
I will get to see jenndolari in a short while. Hopefully I will not break her...
You need protective headgear and body armor to visit Jenni. New rule!
Seriously, one of the reasons I dislike physical contact a lot of the time is that I am big and I am very, very clumsy. Half the time I do not know where my limbs are (I often have bruises all over from just bumping into things), and the rest of the time I have a bit of difficulty making them do what I want (see the Walking Smack Into The Fridge Incident. See also, Inability To Feed Self...). Basically, I'm just worried that I'll hurt someone unintentionally. The smaller they are in proportion to me, the bigger this fear is and the less likely I am to want to touch them.
Now for something completely different:
dontbeatme: How should i conclude my autobiography?
jenni_the_odd: "And after that, I wrote this. And now I'm writing this sentence. And now this one. This one, too!"
*He insists it's not, but I remain determined to take the blame for everything from El Niño to Fran Drescher's existence. This includes hurting his tooth. Everything is my fault (except when it's Gabriel's fault). Let's get this straight and move on with our lives, people.