Hyper-sensitive

The Man says that my senses of hearing and smell are super sensitive. I think that the Man has some hearing loss, and that mine is relatively normal. Except that some sounds really set my teeth on edge. Like gum snapping (that's the worst!), key or change jangling, other people's loud media. Like when my upstairs neighbors play their t.v. (which is right over my bed) loud. This can happen at two or three in the morning sometimes. The smell thing--is not a blessing. As a child, I could identify what my mother was cooking for dinner from the other end of the house. In the basement. This often means I smell things that I don't really want to. Like the man who stood in front of me on line in the Cook County Building when I was paying the family's property taxes. If I got less than ten feet away from him I could smell that he really needed a good scrub. I'm sure the people behind me in line thought I was nuts. I'm thinking about this because right now someone in this family is having a spell of irritable bowel that I can smell from the other end of the apartment. Funny thing is, one time I was blaming the Man for this, and it was really Piccolo. I can't stand to be anywhere near second hand smoke. It now makes me physically ill. I very rarely go to bars because of this, and have avoided going to parties. If I go somewhere where I know there will be smoke--I delay showering until after I return home, and wear clothes out of the dirty clothes hamper. When the Man comes home from a place that I refer to as The Stinky Bar, I make him strip off all his clothes, which I then douse in Febreze, and then air out on the back porch. After he's had a few beers, he is not always so cooperative with this. Other weird things--I can't stand the tags sewn into the back neck of garments, and how they feel on my neck. I always cut mine out. I also don't like when those tags flip over and hang outside of the top. I always have to go home and shower, and sometimes wash my hair again immediately after getting it cut and styled because those little sharp hairs just make me itch like crazy. I had heard somewhere that some of this, like the tag thing, is a form of autism. I'm sure my life would be much easier if I wasn't bothered by all this stuff.
The socks are Step Ladder, a Three Trails design. Done in Cherry Tree Hill Super Glitz, a sportweight wool. I believe the color is Quarry Hill, or Quarry something. I used to know all the colors, but this has slipped my mind. I modify the toe shaping to my favorite, which means I just have four stitches to graft at the end.