Yes, I’m very ticklish, ha-ha, but stop tickling me, right this instant. I’m not giggling because I’m having fun – it’s the maniacal laughter of someone plotting murder and I’m thiclose to turning violent to make you stop. Grrr.
If you believe, I know you will find There aint nothing like the sensitive kind
I can relate. Sometimes a nice walk is simply not worth having to engage in small talk. 😉
I find it difficult to listen to people with tight, shrill voices (*cough* 2 Broke Girls *cough*) because my throat begins to hurt.
Why thank you, yes I am! Films at a cinema are a concentrated burst of stimuli anyway and the 3D effect just adds to the assault. Plus, wearing those bloody specs on top of your regular ones is a huge pain!
Running into her arms At the school gates She whispers that I’m a poor kid. And Granny takes me on her knee. She tells me I’m too sensitive. She makes me sad.
I disapprove of rock musicians smashing musical instruments with the fervor of a strait-laced old lady with purple plastic grapes on her hat. I don’t care how rock you are, you don’t do that to musical instruments. The mindless destruction of mediums of creation hurts my soul. *sob*