Thursday, November 20th, 2003 - Why I'm a Wuss

I finished writing about my day yesterday, spent some time with God before bed, then climbed up into my bunk. My mind kept wandering for a long time, and I was not able to get to sleep. By the time 7:00 a.m. came around, I gave up and climbed out of bed. But during that time, I think I realized why I am a wuss.

A wuss is someone who isn't very physically strong and is more apt to run than fight. For my whole life, I have been easily hurt by people hitting me. A common response was, "I barely touched you;" I would reply back, "Yeah, but I'm a wuss." I never really put much thought into why I'm a wuss because I thought that it resulted from my smallness of physical strength. Now, there may be another reason.

A commonly known idea is the balance of the five human senses. If one sense is absent, the others are likely to be stronger than normal. For example, a blind person often has better hearing than people who are not visually impaired. I analyzed my senses: smell, extremely poor (the endangered species of my senses); taste, poor due to lacking in smell; hearing, fairly poor (I have to ask others to repeat themselves often); sight, fairly poor (I'm nearsighted); touch, pretty strong.

I considered the fact that four of my senses are below average, and I came to the conclusion that the last sense, touch, is much stronger in me because of the way that the senses are balanced. A strong sense of touch would make one easily affected and sensitive to touch. My oversensitivity to touch may very well be a large contributor to my wuss-iciousness. What? What's that? I can't hear what you're saying....

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