[Robert J. Clawson]

Here's an idea: let's all tell one another how sensitive we are. Wouldn't that be fun?

Terese Coe

Great idea Terese.

I'm so sensitive that a mote of dust alighting on my shoulder will wake me from a dream in which I'm just about to kiss Juliet Binoche.

Bob

[Terese Coe]

Ha! Bob, I'm so glad you took me up on this. I'm so sensitive that:

1. I get poison ivy and sumac from the wind. Consequently I have to endure the malicious appellation, "city girl." I'm NOT NOT NOT a city girl, not even a city woman! Hell no. Blech.

2. If anyone or anything moves in a room in which I'm sleeping, or in the next room sometimes (or even three states away, sometimes!) my radar wakes me up.

It's hell, believe me.

(Is it kosher to act out our grief and rage at our own ultra-sensitivity too, while we're at it? Might as well go for broke.)

[ChristyElizabeth]

Comic relief! My favorite thing in the world. I don't care whether anyone thinks I should be eligible to play or not, I'm going to anyway.

I'm so sensitive, I jump before the phone rings.

I wonder if my depression is bad enough to really qualify as depression, because I am almost never suicidal, and have never been hospitalized. Even my depression isn't good enough.

And worst of all, I am so empathetic that I may not have depression at all - it may just be what I absorb from others, so I have to keep everyone's misery at arm's length.

[Terese Coe]

Christy, you're hilarious! Work it, girl!

Terese

[Janet Kenny]

Ah Bob
You make ze Amercan joke. No?
Janet

[Michael Cantor]

I'm so sensitive that if anybody within a 250 mile radius speaks poorly of one of my poems, my palms begin to bleed.

I'm so sensitive that I have macros set up on my computer so that I can type, "constructive criticism", "ad hominem" or "sensitivity' with a single keystroke.

[Janet Kenny]

I'm so sensitive that when I read a truly talented critique I am so suffused with an awareness of my miserable unworthiness I retreat to a wilderness and scourge my putrescent but always humble self with the knotted barbs of genius,
Janet

[ChristyElizabeth]

I'm so sensitive that I have to come back and bond with Teresa because she likes me. Then, in order not to offend anyone else, I need to thank Bob for starting this thread, but still give Teresa credit for the idea, tell Janet thank you for her ability to start those vortex style threads, and then I can't leave out Michael - umm ... being the pisser that you are, I'll leave you with this thought:

I will clap for your poems until my hands bleed, too.

;-p

[Terese Coe]

I'm so sensitive

that I have to come back and bond with Christ, I mean Christy (sorry!) because she said I like her and gave me credit for my idea.

that my eyes start to bleed when I think of poor Michael's palms bleeding (way to go, M!)

that I weep because Janet feels unworthy and I wonder if it was my fault; then when I think of her in the woods, and me not, I'm jealous and hate myself for my jealousy; then I decide she's having fun and I'm not, so I must be stupid.

[Curtis Gale Weeks]

Well, I'm not sensitive.
(And if you say I am, I'll hit you!)