Blushing

a traite that oddly makes me unsympathising with any one else who has it as my particuler variation is i believe one of the most virillant, its like trying to sympathise with someone about to be executed beside you while having your noose checked.

I think blushing can be a rather delightful thing on a pretty young female flaring up there glow, but unfortunately its very niche to that particular sex and age. To everyone else especially a male its a colour coded signal displayed on the most visible part of your body of vulnerability or most evolutionarily likely, submission. Even though its actually not vulnerability or submission most of the time. Just the simple idea you might blush can cause the chemical catalyst to send all the blood cells to your head. At times its even a sort of firefly tourettes just casually pulsing red on and off as a car indicator might. I blush on a hair trigger and sometimes very red all over. It can have the appearance that i have time traveled to Magaloof for three weeks and back again a second later. depending on who provokes it they can actually get there own recorded shade and length. Its a sign of assured comfort of ones company when my redness is either minimal, fast passing or switched off altogether.

Blushing has the very real potential of being a socially destructive trait, it shows a un welcome sincerity that you otherwise would of liked to of masked behind a joke or casualness. It can prevent you from being too sincere altogether knowing you may just blush, It can even bring the unstoppable heat to your face just by accidentally coming across as a bit sincere even when it wasn't meant at all. I can actually start blushing just thinking about a completely imaginary scenario.
one of the most worst things about going red is it can ambush you if someone else sais something embarrassing or displays a certain vulnerability or openness, and there you are making it 10 times worse for them, screaming apologies at the top of your frontal lobes while actually saying the words "um" and "erm" intermittently. I remember when i worked in Waterstones a woman bought a book called "101 blowjob techniques" I tried so hard too be indifferent and professional but the code red message was already sent to the face and the poor woman looked totally shamed by the end. I validated it as shameful, even though deep down i respected her for buying it and thought lucky hubby.
It causes me to follow a blush with a shameful panoramic surveillance of the floor and scratching the back of my head. There is probably not a better example of a self fulfilling prophecy of shame than the blush, as if it didn't happen the rest of the humiliating package would stay firmly un packed.


Most people have the good grace to ignore it, even if taken a back and not realizing how much i agree with them that it seems a bit O.T.T. Sometimes you can see they feel a bit bad they caused it and tend to either make there excuses or change the topic. I think old friends still notice it but as are well accustomed to the unstoppable force and even though it can inflect the direction of conversation a bit, it tends to not completely reset subject matter like it can with people i don't know well. Some people comment on it thinking that i may not realize my own facial colouration "you've gone red" or worse "beetroot red" even though while this is being said i can almost hear a crackling fire behind my eyes.

It as they say 'not the end of the world' except for a brief three or four seconds while staring into someone elses eyes feeling your face tanning from the inside, it is. Strangely when i am showing off or intentionally addressing a group and making a lot of jokes, i just don't blush, its as if i have taken away the possibility of embarrassment..or self deprecating humor is lowering the bar, i dont know really. It mite be the intimacy has been so diluted that one persons negative reaction is statistically outweighed.It comes as no surprise i have a certain attention seeking streak i mean you will avoid a mine field when offered a clear path.

Anyway blushing has inspired my blog title six_colours as i thought it would be interesting if we all had unstoppable colour dyes breaking to the surface of our cheeks under different feelings. Imagine the difficulty if we couldn't hide the greenness of jealousy or the orange of sexual desire, what if you really where blue when your sad. In an odd way i think the world would be a much simpler place and lying would soon find it self redundant. It would be a harsh enviroment for the honesty but we would of all developed thick skins...perhaps to prevent the colour reaching the surface!