Sitting on Sandpaper
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A pack of sandpaper came home with me from my last trip to Home Depot.
At Myle’s suggestion Alexandra taped a sheet to a barstool for me to sit on.
As would any masochist I bought the grittiest, coarsest sandpaper available. Foolish masochist.
Sitting on the stool was barely tolerable. I got up and down a few times trying to find a nonexistent comfortable position. Each compression and decompression of my flesh only made it worse. I’d have been better off to just sit still.
The sensation wasn’t what I normally think of as pain. It was intolerably alien. So I didn’t last long. Next time Alexandra will likely bind me into position.
Alexandra plans to affix a sheet to the inside rear of a pair of pants. That will probably make even walking a new experience.
Combined with the Wartenburg Pinwheel sandpaper should take me deep into the dark side of sensory overload. Followed with a bit of Icy Hot?
