Sometimes I wish I was a Badass

I'm sure I am not alone in this wish.  There is something universally appealing about being a badass.  Maybe it is the unwavering respect from... well everyone.  Or the feeling of dominance and power...  of being completely confident in any and every situation, knowing that there is nothing and no one that can thwart you.  Haven't you ever wanted to walk into a room and have everyone be somewhat intimidated by your mere presence?  Or the ability to stop a fight just by showing up because you are the ultimate badass.  

And this could also just be an instance of me wanting what I can't have.  Considering my birthplace, background and upbringing... it is a guaranteed impossibility that I would have ever ended up as a badass.  But a girl can dream...

Empathy

I think if I were born into a supernatural world... I would have been an empath. One who could feel the emotions of the people around them. I am oddly tuned into the emotions and feelings of others and I not only know what they are feeling, but put myself in their situation and actually feel what they are feeling.

I am known by all as the emotional television watcher... I cry at anything. But to explain why I am so emotional in television programs, I need you to understand that I am not only sympathizing with the characters like most emotional viewers.. I am empathsizing with them. For example, and this is quite embarrassing, but when I am watching TV and something emotional happens to the characters... like they get their heart broken... I honestly feel like someone just broke my heart and then the tears come. I absolutely have no control over it, I can hold back a bit around others (when I am alone it is all over) but basically the crying is involuntary.

Another example, if a character breaks his or her arm and is screaming in pain... my arm will start to tingle. It is truly bizarre! A character could lose a loved one.. and in turn I feel like my loved one just died. I mean really, what IS that?!?! It happens in real life as well... not just by watching television. I feel what those around me are feeling. It is like woman intuition and sympathy multipied on steriods!

So again I would like to state, that had I been born into a world of magic and supernatural powers... this would have been mine: the power of empathy.

Tickling is not fun... its torture

Ok people... it is time to get this one thing straight, because I fear most of the world is severely mistaken.  Tickling is NOT fun... it's pure torture in one of its worst forms.  Do not take this lightly because it is not a joke.  For those of you out there that bear the burden of being as ticklish as I am, you know what I'm talking about.  The unfortunate result of being tickled is laughter, and here lies the foundation of your confusion.  The tickler... or torturer if you will, sees the victims uncontrollable laughter and thinks he/she is having fun or God forbids... enjoys it.  This assumption would of course fall under every other instance of laughter and can understandably be confusing to those who have never felt the wrath of being tickled.  But I say here, now, take this with you for the rest of your life... tickling is the one exception to the rule of laughter.  Do not be fooled by this cruel distraction, outside you might see all smiles and joy, but inside we are slowly dying, suffocating, writhing with pain.... and can do naught but wait for the torturer to end this misery... unable to defend ourselves.  So I ask you, nay I plead you... next time you intend to tickle someone... ask yourself these two simple questions; 1) is this person a friend or an enemy... and 2) do they deserve the impending torture I plan to inflict on them?