My daughter has this little foible. This one tiny idiosyncrasy that makes people think a perfectly normal five year old girl is completely Nutso McWackypants. What is this peculiarity? She has an irrationally strong reaction to certain textures.Â
I know. Â She’s completely crazy zany, right?
The things that freak her out are completely unpredictable. I’m never sure what it’s going to be.
Barnacles on rocks at the beach made her all antsy but I can kind of understand that. They make my skin crawl a little bit, too.
The other day she had to shut her eyes while eating soda crackers (the most inane food EVER) because the serrated edge was too much for her.
The first time she ordered deep-fried mozzarella sticks at a restaurant she took one bite and refused to eat anymore because they reminded her of “chubby babies”. WTF? The connection between a fat infant and deep-fried cheese is lost on me.
When we visited the Hard Rock Cafe in Boston she couldn’t sit facing this feature wall covered in cymbals. It agitated her too much.
I can’t wait til she loses it in school over a bulletin board display or an art project and they call to tell me she has some kind of brain tumour or psychological disorder. There’s no way to explain this but to acknowledge that the crazy is already in her genetic code and this is probably just the tip of the iceberg.
May 12th, 2009 at 10:53 am
So clearly the follow up post will be an Origins tale of whence ‘the crazy’ came from (appearantly the Origin stories are all the rage right now!)?!?
I too would say that I’m a texturephobe of sorts, especially when it comes to food. To this day I will not knowingly eat mushrooms, because they feel like worms in my mouth…yuk! I would also like to pass a completely synical thanks on to your daughter for ruining one of the finest appetizers ever…thaaeeeeiiiinx!
BTW, the whole cymbal wall-o-rock thing is pretty creepy. For anyone who has ever spent any time up front at a rousing rock concert will know that those things can totally come flying off during a wicket drum solo, and are occasionally thrown about wildly if the band is feeling especially spirited (or happens to be the Who or Nirvana…neither of whom are still touring, but still in no way negates this very real threat)! Totally valid on the cymbal-wall phobia I say!
May 13th, 2009 at 7:12 pm
yet again you have amused me greatly! One of the great privliges of motherhood is the intimate knowledge we gain about another human being. I thrive on the idiosyncrocies of others and I love the fact that you are just going with the flow on tis one.
Thanks for another great post.
May 17th, 2009 at 9:25 pm
Dude, I’m totally the same way about stuff. I don’t like to look at anything with a bunch of small holes or circles and I can’t touch anything like velvet or microfiber or COTTON BALLS, oh god, cotton balls KILL ME.
Yes. Being crazy sucks. Feel sorry for your daughter.
May 20th, 2009 at 4:16 pm
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