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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The palm side of your hands has no hair, so the petter can't be feeling good for the pettee reason explained at the link.
See what I did there? I turned it around. It's good for the petter too.
I like unleashing the beta waves in my kittehs. They love it too. But it makes me feel good to be the cat charmer.
Another "just so" story.
These researchers didn't date much in high school or pay attention when they did. I guess the studies on mammals needing to breath to survive were already funded.
Bad hair days weren't studied.
Sounds like it would be a good idea to stop shaving and waxing.
"Pet Sounds" strokes the hair cells of my organ of Corti all along my cochlea.
This study should be published in all the women's magazines, make Italian girls feel better.
So the stereotypical Italian woman experiences more pleasure than the "Sex and the City" gals?
Sounds like it would be a good idea to stop shaving and waxing
Miss him yet?
Two of three of our kids like "Little Tickles." Aka, light caressing that causes goose bumps. I'm guessing goose bumps come from hair follicles. So it looks like my wife and my one kid have missed out on the hair neurons.
In any event, even if there is areas with no visible hair, they still love it.
The palm side of your hands has no hair, so the petter can't be feeling good for the pettee reason explained at the link.
We do for others. And the good feeling is the reward. It is in giving that we receive. Pardoning that we are pardoned, Etc.
chickelit: who?
Why just test it on mice?
Test the theory on Al Gore!!!
Otherwise, we have to assume that there is a biological basis for Al Gore's sex-crazed-poodlish behavior, and he is therefore acquitted of being a sleaze, at least by volition...
GAVEL! GAVEL!
The Court of the Divine Julius is adjourned!
43?
When The Blonde's mom moved in with us, Quasy had her pups a couple of months later and she spent hours petting them. Quantum is still just a little affection whore because of it.
kentuckyliz said...
chickelit: who?
Peter, ironrailsironweights.
An unshorn woman is full-flavored.
Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor are another thing entirely: one needs to know the difference.
Those Who Listen in the Walls are Rational: they can give you the Power of being five seconds in the Future, for example: perfectly rational and sometimes useful.
Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor are quite Irrational. They can mislead you into thinking you are five seconds into the Future when you really are still in the Present. All of a sudden things don't make as much sense, everything doubles up, people look at you funny.
Irrational. Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor will tell you that you are Invisible. Being Invisible would be Freeing. So you walk out the door and get on the bus naked, but the bus driver sees you, you still have to pay the fare.
It is generally a Bad Idea to sit naked on a Big City bus seat. All kinds of strange things may have transpired on that seat. The person who sat there right before you could've been naked, for instance. The day could have been excessively warm.
Those Who Listen in the Walls will only tell you that you are Naked when you are, indeed, Naked. But the way they say it can be disconcerting, if not creepy. I could tape it for you to listen to, but you would not hear anything: we have already discussed this.
Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor will tell you that a Stranger fully understands you, they hear the same voices, too: you can walk right up to them and hug them warmly, like Old Friends, it is an Understanding. Except it isn't. It is now a Misunderstanding. A Misunderstanding that could lead to Police involvement.
Those Who Listen in the Walls are fully aware that there is no understanding. That is why they let you hear what people are thinking.
When you are five seconds in the Future you are at least five more seconds ahead of the Police. And you would probably be wearing pants.
Those Who Listen in the Walls will let you hear what your cat is thinking when you pet it.
Cats often live five seconds in the Future: that is why they so often look bored. They have already seen you. Go away.
@VHS3001 -
Creeoiest. Comments. Ever.
That's a professorial explanation, but in the real world we know it's simply that you can't get Home without passing 1st, 2nd, & 3rd.
Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor will tell you to shave your entire body so that strangers do not put you on the bus.
This includes eyebrows.
Hmmm, I think Betamax got into some bad stuff, dark and broody today.
Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor will tell you to shave your entire body so that strangers do not pet you on the bus, either.
Mata Hari was a she-wolf in need of petting.
Ann Althouse said...
The palm side of your hands has no hair...
Speak for yourself.
Only if ya don't have hair on your palms, like a hobbit.
I like having my balls tickled while they blow me.
If they don't start ticking within 30 seconds, I am like "tickle my balls bitch".
This entire thread reminds me of a bad acid trip.
Those Who Listen in the Walls will let you know who on the bus knows. They will try to avoid eye contact. You must stare at them intently, often for long periods of time, for them to acknowledge this.
"Why does petting my kitties make me so happy? And to hold and cuddle them."
I think the current theory is that in the process of domesticating dogs we selected for traits that eventually led to a wolf that remains in a permanent puppy state, and which gives us those sweet feelings and rewards. In short, we made them that way because we like it. I assume we did the same with cats. Our domestication of the porcupine has been an abject failure.
Honey Badgers will rip your throat out if you try to pet them.
"The palm side of your hands has no hair..."
I'm working on it.
I tried petting my goldfish when I was but a wee child, it died.
Sometimes while tickling my balls the middle finger wonders and tries to put in my ass.
I then grab the tickling hand and say, "no ass play just tickle tickle". And put the tickle hand back on my sac.
thanks.
Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor will lead you to believe that you can see the people on the Big City bus Naked.
When you see the people on the Big City bus Naked you realize that many are hiding the Devil's Mole.
I once pet a spider monkey, it bit me, little bastard.
That was weird:
I left out the second > of the italics tag and it got through the format checker and posted, but with the entire quote invisible. Even the space it occupied was there. It was like "<i" is HTML code for make it in invisible ink.
Acid trip here too.
You can say to them: "No, it's OK. You have the Devil's Mole, a lot of people do." They will pretend not to understand.
My kitty was acting weird earlier today too, running to and fro making weird noises, I think she heard the people in the wall, or maybe the floor.
"I tried petting my goldfish when I was but a wee child, it died."
When my little sister was about 3 yrs old, she took her goldfish out of the bowl and cut it up into pieces on a plate like she was making dinner. We discovered her just before the actual feasting began. I don't turn my back on her to this day.
I kissed a frog when I was 7. I pet him too, he peed on my hand.
Still, this is Important: you must tell them they should NEVER remove the Devil's Mole. It is there to test your Resistance.
Bagoh, I hope we're not disrupting Betamax's stream of creativity.
Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor will suggest that perhaps YOU should remove their Devil's Mole for them. They will say that there are scissors in the drawer: it would be a Good Thing.
Whatever you do, don't run with scissors.
Titus is the only chick in here that's not writing in code.
Those Who Listen in the Walls will let you know that it is, in fact, a Bad Thing.
Those Who Listen in the Walls will let you know when and if there is a Right Time to remove a stranger's Devil Mole.
This is why it is important for strangers to wear clothes on the bus.
" I hope we're not disrupting Betamax's stream of creativity."
No it's flowing. Just ride it like you're whitewater rafting.
When both Those Who Listen in the Walls and Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor are talking to you at the same time sometimes the only thing you can do is go outside and Walk Backwards. This can disrupt the reception of the frequencies.
We are just along for the ride. Wooooo what a trip!
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pet pet pet feel that?
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pet pet pet feel that?
When you Walk Backwards strangers will get out of your way. As you walk backwards past them they are now in front of you. You can see them averting their eyes.
No, but I hear the voices in Betamax's head.
I knew an Air Force pilot with hair on the palm of his hands from skin graphs, shaved them every day.
I think what betamax is trying to say is:
"Enjoy the decline, bitches."
If you are five seconds into the future you are already in front of them before you were ever behind them.
You can hear them think "Oh My God he is going to walk backwards into that oncoming Big City bus!" and this lets you know to Stop.
They look at you like "How could he have known? Its like he was inside my head."
This may be their first experience with Those Who Listen in the Walls.
Sometimes you can hear someone thinking "I could have PUSHED him right in front of that bus!"
This may be their first experience with Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor.
Dang, I'm getting scared, it's like being a girl scout again sitting around the campfire eating s'mores, listening to some disembodied voice telling tales of the damned.....
When the voices stop there is an initial sensation of Relief. This is often followed by a tinge of Sadness: Those Who Listen in the Walls were speaking to YOU, they chose YOU. And now maybe you are not that Special anymore.
Maybe you WANT the voices to come back.
You find yourself listening extra hard: was that THEM, or just the hum of the refrigerator?
You know the feeling.
I'm reminded fondly of my night shifts working at the County Psych hospital, kind of comforting being back amongst the "touched".
"The palm side of your hands has no hair, so the petter can't be feeling good for the pettee reason explained at the link."
That's true, of course, but I certainly love the sensation of stroking hair or fur. Is just empathy, or is it something about the sensation itself. I'm very sorry that fur clothing has gone out of style. As a meat eater I don't agree with the generic arguments against fur. (Yes, I understand the cruelty issues with some types of trapping.) I love the feel of fur and sheepskin clothing.
"Is my compulsion to remove a stranger's Devil's Mole the sign of Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor, or am I alone making that Judgment?
Sometimes the Sign is that there is no Sign.
Sometimes Those Who Listen in the Walls will be silent for days at a time. They are testing you.
They are questioning your Commitment.
Maybe you just have a Dermatologist deep within your psyche.
Sometimes it will make you feel better to carry a sponge and a spray-bottle of Windex onto the Big City bus and clean the seats with rigor, each and every one. This should be done at least twice, starting from the back / driver's side and working clockwise.
If anyone attempts to stop you simple sustained eye contact should set matters straight. Do not blink. Blinking is weakness: Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor deplore weakness. Better to let the surface of your eyes dry.
I need a Glass of Tap Water.
So the stereotypical Italian woman experiences more pleasure than the "Sex and the City" gals?
Did any of those women seem happy to you?
Well, maybe whats-her-name after her King Charles had puppies.
My windows are shrieking for a cleansing Betamax.
"I tried petting my goldfish when I was but a wee child, it died."
When I was ~5, I fed my goldfish ice cream because I thought he would like it.
Afterward, my parents told me that goldfish float belly-up when they don't like what you're feeding them. Then they run away.
Betamax?
I hope Those Who Listen in the Walls didn't pull him through....
If a stranger comes up to you on a Big City bus with a pair of scissors you should calmly say the following:
"I understand you. I understand that my Devil's Mole is a sign of Restraint."
If they are naked you must say this even more calmly.
Note that calmly is not just speaking slowly: they are not Stupid, and they have scissors.
It is often best to never mention that you can hear Those Who Listen in the Walls and Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor. Peolple are not ready to Understand.
This is especially true if you work in a day-care facility. Children often feed their parents with lies.
Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor will sometimes try to tell you that the people YOU see are Invisible, that only YOU see them. "Find out: touch them," they say.
"Mommy, there's a real scary man at Wee Care. He yells 'shut up!' to the Mr.Potato Head."
Sometimes you will see Invisible People walking Visible Dogs that are Five Seconds into the Future. People often mistake these for strays.
The Devil's Mole is not a nipple. This is a common misconception.
A child will not suckle to The Devil's Mole: that is just Hollywood Nonsense, like when they try to make you believe that Dustin Hoffman hears Those Who Listen in the Walls. He does not: he is an actor, pretending to hear Those Who Listen in the Walls.
I will not tell you what Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor suggest I do to Dustin Hoffman.
Put me on a Big City bus with Dustin Hoffman: we will see how much he really knows about Those Who Listen in the Walls.
Eye contact.
Inga: yes, I heard that.
Do not warn Hoffman.
I didn't!
I have seen Dustin Hoffman's Devil's Mole. He had a plastic surgeon remove it, twice, but it came back each time.
Do not F**K with Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor.
Those Who Listen in the Walls will tell you that it is "Safe."
Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor will tell you that it is "Not Safe."
Dustin Hoffman plays with things he doesn't truly Understand.
Sounds malignant.
His mole, I mean.
Those Who Listen in the Walls have more patience than Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor, but you are a Fool to test either of them.
You cannot be Invisible forever.
Mixed messages are always confusing.
One moment you are Invisible and able to distinguish between those who Know and those who do not, then suddenly you are naked walking backwards in the street, looking in vain for a Big City bus.
Capricious, Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor.
Sure, some may scoff, but when you read on the Internet that Dustin Hoffman was found Naked on a Big City Bus with a Large Bandage on his abdomen you will know it all to be true.
Barbra Streisand will forsake him.
Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor have Big Plans for Barbra Streisand.
And I will know five seconds before anyone else.
But people who love people are the luckiest people in the world....
By the time you find out it will -- for me -- be misty water-colored Memories.
Can you seriously believe that Barbra Streisand does not hear Those Who Listen in the Walls?
Do not make a "Yentl" joke: this is serious.
When she hears Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor her eyes go straight: watch for this.
Oy.
Perhaps I have said too much.
I won't tell Josh Brolin.
Or his father James Brolin.
That she was having a fling with Dustin Hoffman.
Armpits?
Precisely.
Tupac was the man.
Such that years after the man's death, I speak and link his work.
How racist have I been for not linking my idols black?
Some aspect of notquiteunBuckley has determined idiocy under and because precisely of nomenclature "unknown" I, notquiteunBuckley, fail again and again.
Were I intelligent, or even much less than that, accounting for taste as I am want to do, this wouldn't happen.
This.
Would.
Not.
Happen.
Is there a full moon tonight?? If not, I'll be really worried about our obsolete piece of equipment..
Maybe cats purr at the right vibration that induces happiness.
The vibrations from musical instruments and singing work the same way.
My tomcat is on my lap trying to groom his remaining fur off.
I'm not mad about the z key any more.
"Why petting feels good."
My Senator Menendez might know something about that... but he is not taking any questions right now.
So what does the Daily Caller do?
They hype the story by linking a very young tweeter Menendez is following to the Dominican hooker scandal... This is not right.
Here is how they put it...
It might be nothing. Or it might be something. The Daily Caller has been asking Menendez’s office for a phone call or a meeting so we could show this stuff to them, but they’ve ignored us.
Why is Bob Menendez following this very young-looking girl of Dominican descent on Twitter? That seems like a relevant question, doesn’t it?
The Senator doesn't call back so the DC goes trolling for connections on the internet... and the hell with the life of a very young girl - linking her to a sex scandal on next to nothing?
A similar nationality is a very weak link to base a "story" on.
I was just checking her tweets... The young girl is looking for a prom dress for petes sake.
I'm all for aggressively pursuing a story to where ever it might lead... but not at the expense of potentially harming people who have nothing to do with the story.
Its not journalism. imho
Yeah I can imagine those hookers petted Bob Mendendez REAL good.
I feel harassed by our blogger, who is hinting in a very unsubtle way that she wants her bush petted.
Of those feeling such,
whose more witting than Dottie Parker?
As she was.
Darrell,
We do for others. And the good feeling is the reward. It is in giving that we receive. Pardoning that we are pardoned, Etc.
I honestly think that's the nub of it. The core of our love for pets -- dogs and cats, at least -- is that they can be made so happy so easily. Making another living being happy is a very great pleasure. Making other humans that we love happy is the greatest pleasure, but it is often difficult; it's wonderful to have someone around for whom strokes and food and laser-toy play are manna from heaven, and who delights in curling up with one at the end of the day.
Sometimes Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor will abruptly wake you from a deep and restful sleep: they can be relentless.
Often small children hear Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor: they believe it is Something Mysterious Under the Bed.
They are very close in this regard.
Those Who Listen in the Walls will counsel them: put a towel around your shoulders, it is your cape, You are a Super Hero.
So there you are with you towel-caped, clutched in a ball at the head of the bed, hoping this will protect you from The One Who Waits behind The Door.
Those Who Listen in the Walls suggest keeping the door closed.
Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor cajole you to open the door.
When you are older you understand that Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor are not monsters. They may suggest monstrous things, but they do not have claws, they do not smell of a burnt match.
F. Scott Fitzgerald heard Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor: you can just tell. They would "say more adjectives, more adjectives: this will keep the Other Voices at bay."
Zelda, on the other hand, was very familiar with Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor.
Alcohol can garble the messages sent by Those Who Listen in the Walls. Those Who Listen in the Walls find this funny. "Drink more," they say.
Faulkner listened, perhaps too closely.
Alcohol and Those Who Listen in the Walls can make you believe you are levitating. Maybe only two or three inches, but that is Enough.
When you are levitating two or three inches you are now that much further away from Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor; this can be a Good Thing.
When you have been drinking Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor may suggest that YOU should be the Big City Bus Driver. It is YOUR bus. Take it.
Many people will choose to avoid getting on a Big City bus driven by a Naked Driver: they will act like they have suddenly forgotten something, It's OK, they will catch the Next bus.
You do not need to know the Bus Route: Those Who Listen in the Walls will give you the Proper Directions.
People on the bus will have to accept the Proper Direction.
"I have a Big City Bus full of concerned strangers," I might say. "Where are we going?"
"Drive straight," Those Who Listen in the Walls suggest.
"Turn Left" says Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor.
When presented with conflicting directions it is perhaps time to leave the Big City bus. Leave the engine running, tell the people that they are OK now, they are not Doomed.
This will reassure them.
As you leave the bus you may now find yourself in a Bad Area of Town. This is where Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor are helpful.
Let Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor shine through your eyes; bad people will leave you Alone. On some primal level they Understand.
You will get Home safely.
Sometimes the Bad People will cross the street to get out of your way.
Their own voices are helping THEM.
In Bad Places in Town many of the liquor stores are still Open. You are Naked, with no wallet, but sometimes they will offer you a free bottle to Help You On Your Way.
Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor suggest Fortified Wine. They like Grape.
As you walk the streets Naked drinking your Fortified Wine you can look at the skyline: at these times of Night the City can be a beautiful Thing.
Sometimes on an evening like this a stranger will let you sleep in one of their beds. You do no need to ask: they Understand, and are asleep.
There is a certain smell to a Stranger's bed linens. Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor will tell you it is from the One they lead there before.
You will be gone by the time the strangers wake up, so make sure to make the bed: it is only proper.
When they see the empty bottle of Fortified Wine on the nightstand they will know The One Who Waits behind The Door.
There is nothing like Your Own Bed. You can take your prescription medications and crawl beneath the covers:you will hear Those Who Listen in the Walls, but the voices will be softer, softer. I could tape it for you to listen to, but you would not hear anything: we have already discussed this.
When you close your eyes you may see drifting worms of blinking light behind your eyelids. It is best not to try to decide who put them there, Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor or Those Who Listen in the Walls.
Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor may try to continue to suggest things to you, sometimes they stay and stay and stay. Tell your self it is the hum of the refrigerator. Tell yourself over and over: it is your Mantra.
In your impending dream the refrigerator will grow larger, larger, and the Hum will become louder and louder still.
There is White Light inside the Refrigerator.
Perhaps there are Voices within the Refrigerator, talking through the Hum.
The Milk.
It is most likely the Milk.
You will Drink the Milk: this is a Good Idea.
The Milk will give the voices Cotton-Mouth. You will hear them swallow repeatedly but no words come out.
When you wake up you will Drink a Glass of Milk.
It is important to have plenty of Milk in the Refrigerator, at least three gallons at a time.
You don't want to be left with Not Enough Milk.
The Voices are quiter in the Morning. This could very well be because of the Milk. You will go to the Grocery Store and get more Milk.
At the Grocery Store the Cashier may look at you funny, you and your five gallons of Milk.
They have seen this before.
The Cashier may attempt weak humor, like "you must really like Milk."
Tell them you have a Lot of Voices to feed.
As you push your shopping cart with its five gallons of milk Home you may sing a song to yourself.
Strangers will pretend to not recognize the song.
No eye contact.
At Home, when you are putting the five gallons of Milk into the Refrigerator, Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor will know exactly what you are doing. Do not listen to them.
"THe Milk has gone Bad," they say. "It is sour and you will be sick."
For a moment you might believe them: perhaps it would be wise to pour the Milk down the sink.
Those Who Listen in the Walls will counsel otherwise: drink the milk sparingly, they will say.
No more than half a glass in any four hour period.
Perhaps Ginger Ale would be better: it will help settle your stomach.
And perhaps some Saltines. It will help you keep up your Strength.
You will need your Strength.
"Yes, you will need your Strength" Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor will say.
"It takes Strength to be Invisible."
"There are Strangers that need you Help: your Invisible help."
It can be a lot to bear on one's Shoulders, hearing the Voices.
It is not for the Weak.
When the Weak hear the voices Bad Things happen: they have no Will.
They cannot keep the Voices inside. They want to Outspeak the Voices. Faster, faster.
"I have every Right to Stand here naked," they will exclaim. "When the End Times come you will feel the Fire, not in Voices but in tightening skin and burning hair. I am telling you but You are Walking away: you should Not walk away from me, I am telling you."
"Do not walk away, I know that you can hear me. The Voices will follow you, they will follow you everywhere, they will chase you down and make you Listen, make you Listen to the Truth."
"Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor are beneath YOUR floor, too: you are not Excluded. You must set down your Resistance like a small child lets go of a toy."
"I am not stalking you, I am trying to tell you something Important."
"Do not make me Set You on Fire: the Words are Enough."
"I will get on the bus WITH you. I have ridden this bus before; I have driven this bus, Naked."
"One day I will be the One to drive All of the buses naked, and people will KNOW."
As I said, the Weak of Will have problems with Those Who Listen in the Walls and Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor. A Towel-Cape will not save their Nakedness.
I think I will check the Internet for news about Dustin Hoffman; perhaps it has already happened.
Then I will drink a large glass of Milk and Hope for Sleep.
I need a second glass of Milk: the Refrigerator is humming.
Making other humans that we love happy is the greatest pleasure
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.
Dogs groom you if there is salt involved.
This thread needed some lithium or maybe some Seroquel.
Re: "This thread needed some lithium or maybe some Seroquel."
Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor will tell you to avoid such advice. It is They Who Want to Change You.
They Who Want to Change You have their own plans for you, bad plans: Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor want to HELP.
They Who Want to Change You think that they know better: for instance, they will tell you that the White Light in the Refrigerator goes out when the door is closed.
Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor have told you this is Untrue.
Oh? I see my patient escaped again while I was sleeping.
They Who Want to Change You will say that you are Naked when you are really Invisible: they are just guessing.
They Who Want to Change You will try to tell you that Milk is not the answer, that they have something better.
Charlatans.
They Who Want to Change You will leave messages on your phone, messages anyone can hear. Delete the messages as soon as possible.
And never -- NEVER -- pick up the phone when it rings: it is THEY.
The antidote is coffee, rich black strong coffee. Made by those who live in the coffee maker. Milk will only weaken it.
Re: "he antidote is coffee, rich black strong coffee. Made by those who live in the coffee maker. Milk will only weaken it."
Coffee.
As stated above: "They Who Want to Change You will try to tell you that Milk is not the answer, that they have something better.
Charlatans."
There are NO Voices in the coffee-maker. Those Who Listen in the Walls
will confirm this.
They Who Want to Change You will ask you to leave the Big City bus: you are making them uncomfortable. They suggest places you should go, often accompanied by hand gestures.
When you are Five Seconds into the Future you already know what They Who Want to Change You are going to say.
This is why you can start most conversations with strangers with a loud "NO."
And -- always -- eye contact. Unrelenting Eye Contact.
Do you remember what Those Who Whisper Beneath the Floor said about blinking?
You should be paying more attention. This is Important.
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