I think it's a carry over from the olden days when I frequently had my hands in some computer's chassis. That's the best I can recon for why I'll touch most every bit of metal I'll pass while my feet are touching carpet. Cabinets, light switch plates, doors and their jams, exposed metal corners, all get a gentle stroke of an index finger as I walk by.
Or maybe, I'm just crazy.
Bedrock from Barney rubble
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Here I am in the future, and here you are in my past. Here we are, both of
us, together. Right now. Here. Why though? Is it fate? Destiny? Kismet?
Synch...
2 days ago
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