I have this terrible desire to run around and pinch everyone I see on the bum, and then, when they get angry, to kiss them. As you might imagine, this activity is not always responded to with happy acceptance. In fact, sometimes, people become downright unfriendly. I’ve been taken off by the police several times and once I was sent to a facility for psychiatric observation.
In fact, I am in analysis. Yes, Freudian analysis. It still exists. You can imagine what my shrink has to say about this. Although he is kind of the quiet type. For a shrink, anyway. Which is to say, he does precious little more work than the couch does. I wouldn’t do it except for that court order.
Still, it is next to impossible for me to sublimate this desire. There is such satisfaction and release when I shock someone and then make it all better—all within five seconds. Although the make it better part is increasingly rare. I blame the rise of stalkers. Why once I had this stalker who… but I digress.
The urge creates this electric feeling energy around me. Other people—friends—say they can feel it. If I don’t give into it, my stomach turns all greasy-feeling, and sometimes I get acid reflux. There’s nothing that can fix me except “pinch-and-kiss.” Even as I write this, the fingers on my right hand are twitching (making it difficult to type), and I feel this electric energy in my lips. Sometimes I even pucker them.
I do yoga and meditation and guided meditations. They give me squeezy things to keep my hands full and I eat a lot of cotton candy, which, for some reason, seems to relax me.
But I need it so much. Like an addiction. You can not believe how strong that urge is.
Anyway, perhaps one or more of you lives near me. If you happen to be in our park one day, and you see this guy in shorts and running shoes run up behind someone, pinch them, then when they turn to look, kiss them and then run off—that’s probably me. Not a lot of people out there with this desire.