Michelle’s prompt for the day: “If you were forced to give up one sense, but gain super-sensitivity in another, which senses would you choose?”
Taste. Hearing. Seeing. Smelling. What the heck is the other sense? Oh yeah, touch.
I would not voluntarily give up a sense but if I were being tortured I would consider giving up the one I could not remember—touch—though I would most certainly miss it. If I did give up touch though, would that mean I would never again be bothered by scratchy labels? Touch though is a touchy subject—would I not feel hugs or register kisses? Giving up touch would be, on second thought, a hardship that the super-sensitivity of another sense would not make up for.
Sight. Never. I need to see and read and watch and measure and observe.
Hearing. I need to hear the voices of my loved ones. I need to hear to make conversation. I need to hear!
Taste. Well, what would be the use of eating? I guess we are supposed to eat to live, not live to eat—but that takes it to a whole new level.
Smell. Can you imagine not smelling the stuffing of a turkey ever again? Or cinnamon buns. Or the pungency of onions and garlic?
Okay so I would give up my sense of intuition, as it does me more harm than good, as I do not recognize it anyway—or give it credit.
So there you have it—no intuition. I would trade it for super-sensitivity in seeing, as then I could discard my glasses and near blindness without having to wear contacts.
This was a silly prompt—and a silly response to the prompt. I would get my money back if I were you.