Oh My ! !

Oh My, I count unconsciously .

I don't know whether you know or not but I hate feet; I did mention it in an earlier blog I think. The summer for some people is a great thing, but some (like me) it definitely has a negative side. The feet come out. With it being warm, people feel that they should wear sandals. Usually buy the start of the summer I am used to them so the summer isn’t so bad, but the first month or so is challenging.

Do you ever do something but never realise that you do it and then WHAM you realise. I realised last summer that I do something but only remembered about it today. I count toes. I don't, know why, I can't explain it, I don't want to, I just do. I don’t do it all the time. But I do it sometimes. I need help.

Now I don't, walk around like some sicko looking for some victim in sandals that I can attack numerically. But sometimes I realise - that I have started sweating for no reason - unconscious of my behaviour - I am in a stare that can't be broken - the feeling of uncomfortable is now hitting a HIGH - overwhelmed - nauseous - then suddenly WHAM - I catch myself on, realising that in fact yes they do have the correct amount of toes that God gave them. I think that part of me would love to find someone with an extra toe so that I can point out why their feet are ugly. But to be honest I don,t know what I would do if I found someone with a toe missing or an extra one.

(I might possibly contact the two people and let the one that has a toe missing, that I know someone who has an extra toe so that they can approach them about maybe trading something for it. Like an extra finger if he has one and the other person has one less)

Wow, I feel the need to lie down.