The results suggest that mammals may have evolved this propensity for caressing to encourage good hygiene through social grooming. It may also explain why certain hair-covered areas of the human body (think armpits, pubic hair) are more sensitive to touch or associated with pleasure.
February 2, 2013
Why petting feels good.
"Researchers looked at this phenomenon in lab mice and found that stroking stimulates a very specific set of neurons that have to do with hair."
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«Oldest ‹Older 201 – 309 of 309They Who Want to Change You pretend to make eye contact, but they only see the surface. Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor will help you see INTO people.
I'm not making a tag for this": Ann understands what I am saying.
No Betamax, his name is Mr.Coffee. Those who listen in the walls can't abide the percolations coming from Mr.Coffee.
They say he blasphemes.
This might be the right response to They Who Want to Change You:
"No." followed by:
"I am not making a tag for this."
"I have no need for a tag: Those Who Listen in the Walls and Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor already know me, very well."
Weren't you listening??
They Who Want to Change You will try to trick you: "we have a place you can stay at for a little while."
For instance.
They Who Want to Change You have never awakened on a Big City bus Naked and Invisible. If they had, they would Understand these things better.
Sometimes the Bus Driver will let you stay on the route for five or six cycles without asking for more fare. They Understand. It is OUR bus.
Come along now Betamax.... we have milk, fresh from the cow who moos under the moon in the refrigerator.
They Who Want to Change You will still be too Cowardly to sit next to you.
"I prefer standing," they'll say.
They Who Want to Change You will sometimes roll their eyes when they think you are not looking. Note to They Who Want to Change You: we are ALWAYS looking.
Re: "the cow who moos under the moon in the refrigerator."
This is just nonsense. The White Light in the Refrigerator That Never Goes Out is electrical.
They Who Want to Change You start by thrying to confuse you.
I am not confused.
I am very clear.
Clear and Invisible.
They Who Want to Change You will stand in the rain at the bus stop rather than sit by you under the shelter. It is Sad, sometimes, those without Voices. Rained on through their Ignorance.
Sometimes Those Who Listen in the Walls will tell you to walk Naked in the rain: this is different.
Those Who Listen in the Walls often have many Good Ideas.
Give a stranger your underwear, like that.
Sometimes the Stranger will not accept the underwear.
This cannot be allowed to happen.
We give our guests fresh underwear daily. We even have these white jackets that tie in the back, are so comforting.
They Who Want to Change You must understand this: you have to accept the Underwear.
There can be repercussions.
You do not want to contradict Those Who Listen in the Walls.
This applies especially to Unbelievers.
All of They Who Want to Change You are Unbelievers, but not all Unbelievers are They Who Want to Change You.
Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor know this to be true.
Even the Unbelievers Must Accept the Underwear.
Do not make me Force You to Take the Underwear.
Taking the Underwear and then throwing it in the trashcan on the sidewalk is NOT accepting the Underwear, even if you think no one is looking.
We are always looking.
OK... I'll take your underwear if you come with me to visit the beautiful retreat nestled in the woods. My shift is almost over and if I don't bring you back, I'll be in big trouble for falling asleep on duty.
Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor will help guide you in a Course of Action for those who do not Accept the Underwear.
Again: repercussions.
Re: "visit the beautiful retreat nestled in the woods."
As said earlier:
They Who Want to Change You will try to trick you: "we have a place you can stay at for a little while."
It is happening: you are trying to make it happen.
Everyone knows that The Voices Nestled in the Woods are more severe than Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor.
You do not fully understand the ramifications of what you are suggesting.
"Sharpen long sturdy sticks."
"Dig a hole large enough for a person to fit into."
"Follow the jogger."
These are the kinds of things The Voices Nestled in the Woods say.
Betamax, I have to leave you now, but don't be alarmed by my friends, who may appear to be following you. They wear the white coats, they will gladly take your underwear. I hope to see you snugly and warmly belted into your bed the next time I see you.
It is best to live in a place with few trees.
Or perhaps you would prefer the room that is a bed, mattresses from wall to wall, even the ceiling is a mattress. You will sleep like a babe, I promise.
.
Inga, you are feeling Uncomfortable. It is OK: it is Expected.
Those Who Listen in the Walls do NOT like mattresses on the Walls. They find this Unacceptable.
The Voices Nestled in the Woods do not like mattresses, either. There are Leaves and Twigs and Moist Earth. This is what they prefer.
Joggers do not make eye contact when they are jogging. They pretend they only see what is directly in front of them. They will not Accept the Underwear and pretend to check their Time on their wristwatch pedometer.
This makes The Voices Nestled in the Woods angry.
The Voices Nestled in the Woods do not like to be Rejected. They are MUCH louder than Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor.
At times it can feel like thirty giant Owls all hooting in your ears at once. Squirrels look Right Into Your Soul.
The Owls are Invisible.
Thirty Angry Invisible Owls, all urging one to follow the jogger.
That is pressure.
The Bus Driver s in the city. He can help no one now.
You can pretend to have suffered an Injury while following the Jogger: sometimes the Owls will leave you alone. Sometimes they won't.
You may have to limp all the way back through the woods. You can use a sharpened sturdy stick as a makeshift cane.
You can carve your Repentance to The Voices Nestled in the Woods into the trunk of a Large Tree. Maybe then they will let you go. Let you go back to the comfort of your Home, back to Those Who Listen in the Walls and
Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor.
It is best to stay in the City.
Less complications.
Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor will ask you about The Voices Nestled in the Woods. This gets tricky.
There is Professional Jealousy between Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor and The Voices Nestled in the Woods: it is more than a mere matter of territorial rights.
The Voices Nestled in the Woods have been there longer, but Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor have access to more people. One does not want to get in the middle of this argument. Walking backwards will not help in this particular situation.
This is why there is Plenty of Milk in the Refrigerator: always be Prepared.
They Who Want to Change You do not even notice these things: they are Oblivious. Obliviousness makes One's World smaller.
Unbelievers live in very small worlds.
You give a Stranger your Underwear and they will tell this story for days, over and over. They will tell the story without even a hint of the True Meaning.
They are little more than Potential Organ Donors.
Unbelievers laugh at that which they don't understand. Then a Bus comes along. Things change.
betamax300
Try doubling the dose every three hours until it goes away. Or you do. Thanks!
They are not in Control of the Bus. They cannot control who gets on the Bus. They cannot make the Invisible visible nor can they ever wipe the seat completely.
And yet, They are the ones Who Want to Change You.
Re: "Try doubling the dose every three hours until it goes away. Or you do. Thanks!"
May I suggest a Trip to the Woods?
You are Welcome.
Those Who Listen in the Walls and Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor are very Comfortable on the Bus. Bus Drivers know this.
Those Who Do Not Wish To Know feel compelled to read when they could easily pass by.
As stated before:
"It can be sad to see what is in people's Souls that they deny. It makes them lash out at others in a passive-aggressive way. Such behavior is usually a sign. When you call them on it they only become more unreasonable."
This has been verified By Those Who Listen in the Walls.
In every Big City there is always one of The Bus Driver Who Knows What You Are Thinking. Often there are several. Usually on Night Routes.
They ARE in Control of the Bus. They CAN control who gets on the Bus. They CAN make the Invisible visible and wipe any seat completely, if they so choose..
They are Not the ones Who Want to Change You.
Do not try to pass The Bus Driver Who Knows What You Are Thinking in your small car. You alone will be responsible for the Results.
This is especially true if you drive an Electric Car. The Bus Driver Who Knows What You Are Thinking lives to teach learning moments to The Hybrid Driver Who Thinks He Knows Everything.
Those Who Listen in the Walls will just laugh and laugh and laugh. It can be a Joy to hear such joyous laughter.
Even Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor will Rumble in Appreciation.
You really have to hear it, if only you could.
Mr.Coffee will percolate with delight! Now I must be off to Ward 9's Superbowl Party. Are you sure you don't want to come along with me and join the festivities Betamax?
I will know who wins five seconds before you. People don't like that.
When you see Those Who Do Not Wish To Know tell them The Time Will Come, regardless of their preferences.
Drunk Super Bowl Fans will often gladly Accept the Underwear. Sometimes with a hearty Cheer.
Alcohol can turn Those Who Do Not Wish To Know into Temporary Believers.
The Hybrid Driver Who Thinks He Knows Everything may watch the Super Bowl, but he will spend the entire game prattling on about how Soccer is better.
Those Who Listen in the Walls hate this.
Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor and Thosw Who Whisper Under the Turf have a lot of things in common.
Those Who Whisper Under the Turf will tell a Football Player that his knees are Temporary, for instance.
Those Who Whisper Under the Turf will tell the Football Player that his Wife is sleeping with the Linebacker.
Those Who Whisper Under the Turf have Proof.
Those Who Whisper Under the Turf will tell the Football Player that it is not a Concussion, it is a Realignment of Reality.
"Look at the pretty stars," Those Who Whisper Under the Turf will say.
Those Who Whisper Under the Turf know each and every player by their cleats. Even the Punters.
This is not good for the Players.
Inside the Locker Room Those Who Listen in the Walls may try to warn them, but they are probably all Those Who Do Not Wish To Know.
Inside the Locker Room Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor will tell the Field Goal Kicker that he will kick too far to the left.
Now the Kicker will kick too far to the right.
We have seen this countless times.
When walking down an apartment hallway you can tell which tenants know Those Who Listen in the Walls: the television is always unreasonably loud.
You could knock on their door but they will not answer: they already know you were there five seconds ago.
Do not leave a pamphlet; a Take-Out Menu is acceptable.
Sometimes they might come to YOUR door. You will know who they are when they ask to borrow some Milk.
This means they are Unprepared, which means they are Weak. Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor will never let them go.
They will go to the Bus Naked but Not Invisible. They are easy to recognize that way.
At the Grocery Store they will only buy a half-gallon of Milk.
Fools.
The dots connect themselves, whether you like it or not. This is the way of Those Who Listen in the Walls.
The Dots naturally wish to form Triangles: this is the Will of Those Who Listen in the Walls.
The Will of Those Who Listen in the Walls is to avoid the Circle. The Universe proceeds more orderly with Corners. Three corners are better than Four corners: a Fourth Corner Should be the start of a Triangle, not the End of a Square.
Inside a Perfect Sphere fits a Perfect Pyramid, touching at all dots. Each plane of the Pyramid is a Perfect Triangle.
You do not have to hear The Egyptians That See All to know this is True.
Inside a Perfect Sphere fits a Perfect Pyramid, touching at all dots. Each plane of the Pyramid is a Perfect Triangle.
This, my friends, is the True Chariot of the Gods.
With this Knowledge you can Travel anywhere. It is the Universal Big City Bus.
The Universal Bus is Invisible, as are the Riders and the Drivers.
Those Who Listen in the Walls and Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor know this.
When you are Ready they will tell you themselves.
Most people are Not Ready. Rather, They Who Want to Change You will live within a succession of confining cubes. There is no Second Triangle for Them.
Each cube is slightly smaller than the one outside it. Those inside are Repressed and do not even know it.
They believe the Light in the Refrigerator goes out.
On the Chariots of the Gods the refrigerators are shaped like Pyramids, and the Light NEVER goes out.
The Chariot can pass right beside you as you wait at the mortal bus stop and you would not even know it, you would not even be aware of the Opportunity you just missed.
Those who Do Not Listen Do Not Learn. For them, the Refrigerator hum is just Noise.
When the birds sing they do not wish to understand.
Thirty Owls and they see Not a One.
They put Milk in Coffee. It is as if they are daring Those Who Listen in the Walls and Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor.
Alas, their Souls will always be Orange.
Orange and Unfulfilled.
The Silence means Nothing to them because they do not hear the Voices that ride above the Silence like a Ship on the Ocean.
They care little for how deep the Ocean goes.
Those Who Whisper From The Ocean Floor
go Unheeded.
Sad in the Water as Sad on the Land.
Three hundred is a good Triangular number. This will be a good number at which to Rest.
I hope this has been helpful.
Milk.
It is Good that Ann Did Not Make a Tag of This.
301 is also a good number.
301 is also a good number
Well then... Consider this a "fuck you."
To repeat again:
"As stated before:
"It can be sad to see what is in people's Souls that they deny. It makes them lash out at others in a passive-aggressive way. Such behavior is usually a sign. When you call them on it they only become more unreasonable.""
However.
I'm still puzzling over "Well then... Consider this a "fuck you.""
Kinda seems to have came out of nowhere. Seems easy to skip the posters that do not excite you: there is a scroll feature, no pixels were hurt.
Still, how does one consider a "Fuck You" as anything other than: "Fuck You?"
Are there some cultures where this may mean something like "I'd like more salt, please?" If so, Ann has not gotten to that Country yet, we are barely in the 'C's. Maybe when we reach the 'F's we will find 'Fuckistan,' and learn of their love of salt. Or maybe it is "Phuckistan," which means we have an even longer wait. It's tough when you have to wait to "P". Ha.
Still.
But by putting it in quotation marks is it intended to be as if someone else was saying it? Does the addition of those marks keep it at enough distance so that one stays Psychologically Clean? Or are you quoting a post I may have missed?
In the future when you tell me to Fuck Off I would appreciate the removal of the quotation marks: it'll make things clearer for both of us. And perhaps put a note at the start of a newer thread telling me to look here -- I wouldn't want to miss it.
Betamax, perhaps an offering of your underwear will soften his hard heart.
Now are you ready to come back to Happy Haven with me? Where everyone Is kind and considerate of one another?
If you prefer, fuck you!
Your performance art isn't funny or clever or interesting. It probably wasn't even original. Did you copy and paste from some other fuckhead? Now if all your comments disappeared, that might have taught you a lesson. But apparently someone thinks that they were made in good faith and fit the rules of this blog.
And Inga, you can keep on being the sole sniffer of his knickers. Just don't start chewing on them again--remember that choking incident. Nice job you do taking care of your patients and keeping them from vandalizing innocents. You probably have a long history of such exemplary service doing your job.
Thank you, I do prefer that. Common ground.
It is indeed original. Not claiming others find it good (eye of the beholder etc etc), but original. I think I've got enough posts (check Gatsby, maybe?) that show how I write (too many posts in your opinion, I get it: not your cup of tea).
"Now if all your comments disappeared, that might have taught you a lesson."
You have determined that I deserve to get taught a lesson. Sounds severe: I tremble. But who could do such a Fearful Thing?
"But apparently someone thinks that they were made in good faith and fit the rules of this blog."
Ahhhh, I see. "Someone." Someone else should, but they must have fallen asleep on the job evidently, right? You can see it so clearly, something Must Be Done -- Off with their Heads with the Delete Key --- that is why you are calling out to them to rid you of this meddlesome annoyance?
As far as I can tell, only Ann has the power to do such a thing (after all, her blog, her rules: fair enough I believe). So why do you not call out for her help by Name? Wouldn't that be more direct, which would make your need more apparent? Or is this another passive-agressive ploy -- you are indirectly criticizing her for not 'teaching me a lesson' (not by name, of course -- it is "Someone" and there must be deniability on your part, correct?).
I try to be good-natured, so I figured I must have inadvertently stepped on your toes. Looking back, the main post of yours I found was this:
"Michelle--
It is for me. Just as you coax pleasant sounds out of your violins and violas that wash over your listeners inducing pleasure in their souls--a form of mass petting in itself. Thank you for that. And there are few sights as sensual as four female violinists in floor-length skirts--with a slit--playing in synchronicity. Petting for all the senses."
If I interrupted your urbane flirting that was not my intention: I did not do my due diligence as some sort of digital Wingman. Didn't realize, etc etc.
I do note that I did NOT describe your post as 'not funny' (it kinda is in retrospect, even if unintentional), nor questioned the cleverness and/or interesting aspects of coaxing sensual pleasure in synchronized slit skirts (I paraphrase loosely). I did not question its authorship either: if you want to claim it as yours, that is good enough for me.
Indeed, I didn't comment on it at all. Read into that what you will.
I am off to work; we can continue at a later time if that is your choice...
Oh good grief, Darrell does not have a funny bone in his entire body. Darrell, Althouse called Betamax her new genius here, so don't be jealous, sit back and enjoy the ride, whoosh, it's fun! Join in, Betamax has been good natured about my interferences in his soliloquy .
Stream of consciousness when it's funny can be a wild ride, Darrell isn't up for it, too bad for him.
Betamax, you are insanely funny. Or maybe I'm crazy. Keep it up.
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