Why do I crave something that I know would drive me absolutely crazy?
Allow me to explain my yearning. There is a situation….a predicament….that I have given considerable thought to for some time.
A number of years ago I happened upon a Youtube clip of a blonde lady being tricked into getting on an inversion table. Now, for those unfamiliar with these contraptions, a brief online image search will illustrate them far better than I could describe. Go on. Do an image search and come back. You found it? Great.
So this blonde lady has been tricked onto one of these wicked things, flipped completely upside down and it seems, has no idea what’s about to happen. She hasn’t even considered that, being barefoot and trapped at the ankles, with gravity doing the rest of the work is leaving her in an awfully vulnerable position. So there she is, prone, inverted and is quickly ready to get back upright.
Next second, as the camera approaches to ‘help’ her back to an upright position, a devious chuckle comes from the owner of the hand which is hovering just above the sole of her foot. Then, a high-pitched hoot of laughter from the upside down lady - which indicates the very first touch on her sole – a brief moment of silence – and then a booming howl of laughter which simply grows and grows and grows into full on hysterics. Simply from having the sole of one foot tickled, albeit non-stop. Now, this lady is quite clearly very ticklish, and is laughing herself silly, but it is pure unfettered reaction. She manages to yell out “NAHAHOHOHOH-DONTTICKLE” before falling back into helpless laughter. There’s another yell of “SSSTOHOHOHOHOPPP!” before she again falls into frankly what is nothing short of cackling hysterics. After 30 seconds the tickling does finally cease, despite my longing for it to continue. The poor lady, when returned upright, looks completely spent but has a massive grin on her face, though granted that could because her ordeal was finally over. It was without doubt one of the best examples of candid foot tickling I have ever witnessed, and doubtless that lady will never forget it.
What I’m struggling to process is why – despite my leaning heavily toward being a tickler – why am I longing to be trapped in that very situation??
There’s nothing particularly sophisticated about the scenario. It’s all about being stuck helpless – and completely upside down. I’m clothed, maybe even in what I’m wearing right now. Jeans and sweatshirt. But once that inversion table is clicked into place, I’d be totally exposed. If you even dared to suggest tickling the soles of my feet, the agony would begin right there. Heck, I’d probably even start trying to reason with you right then. You see, I have horrendously ticklish soles. To the point where I would definitely laugh like a hyena, but also thrash around, squeal, beg, plead. It would all be very embarrassing.
So why do I have the urge to try this very scenario out so much???
I simply know I couldn’t handle it!!!
Allow me to explain my yearning. There is a situation….a predicament….that I have given considerable thought to for some time.
A number of years ago I happened upon a Youtube clip of a blonde lady being tricked into getting on an inversion table. Now, for those unfamiliar with these contraptions, a brief online image search will illustrate them far better than I could describe. Go on. Do an image search and come back. You found it? Great.
So this blonde lady has been tricked onto one of these wicked things, flipped completely upside down and it seems, has no idea what’s about to happen. She hasn’t even considered that, being barefoot and trapped at the ankles, with gravity doing the rest of the work is leaving her in an awfully vulnerable position. So there she is, prone, inverted and is quickly ready to get back upright.
Next second, as the camera approaches to ‘help’ her back to an upright position, a devious chuckle comes from the owner of the hand which is hovering just above the sole of her foot. Then, a high-pitched hoot of laughter from the upside down lady - which indicates the very first touch on her sole – a brief moment of silence – and then a booming howl of laughter which simply grows and grows and grows into full on hysterics. Simply from having the sole of one foot tickled, albeit non-stop. Now, this lady is quite clearly very ticklish, and is laughing herself silly, but it is pure unfettered reaction. She manages to yell out “NAHAHOHOHOH-DONTTICKLE” before falling back into helpless laughter. There’s another yell of “SSSTOHOHOHOHOPPP!” before she again falls into frankly what is nothing short of cackling hysterics. After 30 seconds the tickling does finally cease, despite my longing for it to continue. The poor lady, when returned upright, looks completely spent but has a massive grin on her face, though granted that could because her ordeal was finally over. It was without doubt one of the best examples of candid foot tickling I have ever witnessed, and doubtless that lady will never forget it.
What I’m struggling to process is why – despite my leaning heavily toward being a tickler – why am I longing to be trapped in that very situation??
There’s nothing particularly sophisticated about the scenario. It’s all about being stuck helpless – and completely upside down. I’m clothed, maybe even in what I’m wearing right now. Jeans and sweatshirt. But once that inversion table is clicked into place, I’d be totally exposed. If you even dared to suggest tickling the soles of my feet, the agony would begin right there. Heck, I’d probably even start trying to reason with you right then. You see, I have horrendously ticklish soles. To the point where I would definitely laugh like a hyena, but also thrash around, squeal, beg, plead. It would all be very embarrassing.
So why do I have the urge to try this very scenario out so much???
I simply know I couldn’t handle it!!!