So this weekend, I ended up near the railroad tracks in the city. I found a nice looking railroad spike on the grass, picked it up, and carried it with me back to my room. It now joins the multiple legos, kinex, Transformers, and other odd assorted bits and pieces I keep to fondle. Hell I played with a combination lock for a few weeks.
I seem to collect these little doodads and they physically occupy me. The railroad spike is the latest but won't be the last contraption or paperweight that works its way into my drawers. I just seem to be attracted to touching things all the time; my hands are usually occupied with something. Hell, my friend confiscated his knife the other night because I was playing with it. I think the pedestals with rock samples for touching in the Smithsonian are the best things thats happened to those museums.
I'm not gonna ask if thats normal or not; I really don't care. Has anyone else experienced this sort of tactile addiction though before?


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