A fancy term for blush. I will blush at just about anything. I will blush at the thought that I might blush. I will blush at the thought that thinking I might blush might make me blush. In fact, I’m blushing right now, and it is SO disconcerting. In the dead of winter, co-workers or whoever will ask me, "em, did you get some sun?" What I want to say is "No God dammit I just can't not blush!" but instead I just shake my head 'nope' and wish to God everyone would stop staring at me.
I guess it could be worse. What if our random bored/mean/salacious thoughts manifested in an obvious physical way? What if random thoughts about sex suddenly made your lips become engorged? How embarrassing would that be, sitting in a meeting and your lips suddenly ballooned up? *Mush Mouth voice* “Hey-ba Boss-ba, can I-ba be excused-ba?” Gad. And every time you thought about masturbating, your palms would turn a rosy shade of pink. Imagine, like wearing the scarlet A, thoughts could manifest in some semi-indicative manner. Now, that irrepressible thought--"ho boy, this is boring"--causes a fit of yawns. And "I really really don't like you" might make your eyeballs turn a blaring shade of red. Admit to yourself "I have absolutely no idea what's going on" and you grow a pointy dunce head. Fall into ugly stereotyping and your face turns a rainbow of flesh tones. Let slip with "you're pretty but stupid" and BOING! ass ears. Silently react to some real fashion don'ts and BOING! cat ears. Ponder how to oust that unproductive dud that you work with and BOING! shark ears.
This sounded funny as hell in my head yesterday. HEE-HAW! HEE HAW!! Oh God, did that just come out of my mouth?