Yep, I loathe being touched by strangers. I don't give a rat's arse if they have seen it all before, I'm not a bloody hologram or a piece of meat and the whole business of presenting myself for inspection makes me rigid with displeasure. I probably present as hostile--thats because I am.
It takes so little to make me start snarling and snapping; the slightest hint of manhandling or thoughtless indifference to the tattered remnants of my dignity and my blood pressure goes through the roof, my fists clench and my tongue becomes razor sharp. It takes all my strength not to turn into a 5'10" 80kg version of that cartoon Tassie devil.
I need a sign to hang around my neck; ''Handle with care--not suitable for beginners."