I always assumed it was another way in which I am weird. Velcro gets me. It sends a shiver down my spine, it's worse for me than nails on a chalkboard. Slowly

I always assumed it was another way in which I am weird. Velcro gets me. It sends a shiver down my spine, it's worse for me than nails on a chalkboard. Slowly pulling velcro feels physically uncomfortable. I can feel the noise in my head. Every small crackle. All these neuroses popping up everywhere, I wonder if it's just too much sensory input. When younger I'd dream about living in NY with the 24hr hustle and bustle and getting 3am pizzas. As an adult it sounds like absolute torture and my dream is living alone in a cabin in the woods with minimal power and internet(and the latter wants fade daily). Maybe it's all another symptom of slowly becoming the old man who yells at clouds.