It's like that taste that seems to never go away- like I'm biting aluminum or iron. It is not just the taste, but the textures.
Using my knuckles for blending led on paper: my "passive-aggressive" noogie, making the skin pink and 4B grey.
Displeasing in new places.
Or the random pangs in the chest. The physical feel of a strong pinch, like my heart wasn't wearing green.
That sensitive spot on the heel of a foot, when the callous breaks then tears. Once fully off I've got baby feet again.
So displeasing.
Smiling is important to me, but more in other people. If a person never smiles life may be seen as pointless.
It bothers me so that pe