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Monday, March 23, 2015

I'm not a redhead. It's about 1% of my body, less than that at most. More like .003% or less.

Wimps 'really do feel more pain'



Yes, what is turning me into something deep seated that feels so much pain? I'm not even a redhead, I had somewhat bright red hair at certain points in my life. Not even more than about 20% of the time. Now something is making me feel way too much pain, for someone who mostly has brown hair (going grey, yet) and not exactly anything remotely approaching mostly white skin. Mostly, white-looking skin.

There is something underneath it that is downright creepy looking, that comes out at the slightest sun-directed opportunity. Tons and tons of small layers of something brown mixed with black...and areas of no color whatsoever, like the skin under a dog or cat's coat of fur...making me resemble nothing so much as a piece of cheesecloth, shot through with a weird mix of things.

My body has tended at certain points of time to generate the thing called melanin. It was supposed to be a form of protection against the sunlight, but it has also from time to time seemingly turned into the thing called cancer, or melanoma. And yet who knows what turns into melanoma, what protects from it, perhaps the interaction itself between the different, conflicting substances? What if these interactions cause various positive, negative and unknown consequential events...Like sugar is different from protein, etc.? I hate how the various dots and blobs look like wormholes. Like someday, worms shall begin wiggling out of them, in droves. Probably not, at least it isn't a case of "connect the dots."

My skin gets very dark under light. Then it gets very light under without. Like its trying to generate something, something that sadly is not PRETTY. The something might be healthy, something good, but it is not something beautiful. It makes me look muddy, and I keep thinking that if it got too dark, then it would fade away, the bad effect where it was so "not pretty," but unfortunately the road to such a thing remains untaken. It's not a road I was ever able to take, due to Skin Cancer, so I guess it remains a road Untaken.

It would definitely involved my being turned into a Black person. A rather dark, patchy-looking Black person, who would be better looking that way, if it worked. I would have been more attractive...perhaps. Perhaps not. Apparently, the attractive skin truly is the creamy, smooth type. I'm chunky peanut butter forever, and never will be the creamy kind. My hands will never be creamy smooth, white/brown/dark brown.

I am rather fornicated with, it would seem. Earmarked for failure from the beginning. I "sunned," it would seem. And the rest is supposed to be my attitude, or generated by me...I feel a bit alone to be this God person they keep talking about, that causes all my problems, or all the Evil in the Universe that "everyone else" is telling me all about...

...I'm not quite sure who you people are anymore. And I'm not able to turn myself all white, all racially pure, and the makeup is spectacularly missing. I don't feel up to smearing myself all over my body with it, either, I'm afraid. Say, can you understand that? Without being the same all alike groupie woupie at me? For a change? Could you, say, split up into each an individual person at me, without letting me know about your invisible union? Without being a member of that undetectable outside groupie woupie at me? The one that "knows Jews are a racial group," that knows "Indians live on reservations," that sort of thing? That stands there waiting for me to join your group, and then moves on, letting me know you're not able to let me join it...as I know I never will?

I'm not good at joining teeny tiny little wolf packs. Do you suppose someday I will? Join a group of millions of people, without ever knowing I'm stuck now being a member of it? A group a little too disparate, with each person in it an overly unique individual? Who isn't a member of any group at all, and who has to see every person outside of itself as nothing unique anymore, and as something stuck far too much living for me? Instead of each of it having its own individual life, doing its own individual thing............

An unlikely event. Meanwhile, I must hover forever in an Unpretty Zone. Folks, it's just as unpretty out there as it is over here. I would suggest minding your own business. If that's possible. Overblowing mine is exactly what I have been complaining about. Also "underblowing it." I am not sure about what is causing that last effect, either. A nasty joke, and that shouldn't be the entire ongoing matter. Unless sex is all, and all is sex. That would require something odd...something that I'm not quite aware of, anymore.

There should be some rather sex-free rocks, dirt, and stones. I have noticed that some rocks are round, and some are square. This could file sex under it, instead of it being filed under sex, for a change. But maybe something needs to reverse things. I can't see using rape as a "teaching tool," for example, because something is insisting that it is sexless. Rape isn't all that sexless. Rocks, maybe, not thrown ones...I'm getting more and more confused. Thrown rocks seem pretty sexless. Rape seems so either, so why is it so popular, when thrown rocks are...bullets. Well, why don't you try reading the below. The bullets hit me, gee, now I can't go on any further.

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  • By Tim Utton Science Reporter

It might explain why some people are more Private Pike than Charles Bronson.
And why even the thought of a little pain can bring out the wimp in us.

It appears some people really do feel pain more sharply than others.

How we cope with it, say scientists, is all in the genes.

They have discovered a 'pain gene' which dictates how much discomfort, stress and pain we can take before raising the white flag.

Tiny variations are directly linked to the pain threshold.

The discovery could lead to advances in painkilling medicines.

The scientists, led by Dr Jon-Kar Zubieta at the University of Michigan, found that everyone carries two copies of the 'pain gene' - one inherited from each parent.

The gene comes in two forms, 'val' and 'met', and makes a chemical that helps control the brain signals involved in pain response.

Some people carrying matching pairs; others carry one of each.

The study involved injecting saltwater into volunteers' jaw muscles.

Brain scans were used to trace pain responses. Subjects also rated their pain every 15 seconds and filled out questionnaires about how they felt.

Dr Zubieta's team found that people with two copies of the 'met' were extremely sensitive to pain. Those with two copies of the 'val' gene felt much less pain and suffered less stress as a result.

People with one copy of each gene variation had a pain response somewhere between the two.

Dr Zubieta said: 'This common genetic variation appears to influence individuals' pain response quite noticeably.

'All of this work is helping tell us how important individual differences are in the experience of pain and other significant stressors.'

The findings are published in the journal Science.

The two gene forms make versions of an enzyme called catechol-O-methyl transferase (COMT) which differ only by one amino acid chemical building block, either valine or methionine - hence the abbreviations 'val' and 'met'.

The COMT enzyme mops up a brain chemical called dopamine.

Individuals with two copies of the 'val' gene make powerful COMT that mops up dopamine rapidly and clears the way for production of the brain's natural painkillers.

But those with two copies of the 'met' gene suffered the opposite effect - production of the natural painkillers was hindered, exposing the individual to more pain.