I was thinking about this word the other day & had mixed feelings. What triggered me to focus my thoughts on this particular word? I was watching the Hugh Grant & Drew Barrymore movie “Music & Lyrics“. One of the main characters in the movie is a young, hip & famous Pop singer, who in one particular scene, was describing her background beats as being sexy & sticky. I don’t know exactly why that scene got me all worked up over the word sticky. I guess
deep various thoughts just flow when one is taking a soothing bath & watching a Netflix movie on their iPad.
On one (clean) hand, this word…STICKY…it gives me the creeps; it grosses me out. I don’t think I’m a full-fledged germaphobe. However, I DO have a particular habit of liking &/or wanting things to be clean. When I think of sticky things, I tend to think of nasal snot (not the polite mucus kind, but the gross, rip through the tissue kind), boogers, gooey muck on one’s hands (i.e. toothpaste, glue/adhesives, hair gel, etc.) & so on.
I also tend to think of sticky, clingy clothes in humid weather. Since I’m going to Asia in two months, that’s about all I can focus on whenever I think about packing for my two week trip. Oh, the humidity! I think about how frizzy & birds nest-y my hair will become, & how my face will be so sticky & greasy, & how my clothes (no matter how flow-y or baggy) will just cling to all of the unflattering contours of my not-so-trim body (among the sea of lithe model-like Hong Kong youthful women). Oh, the
(As I’m typing this paragraph, I have noticed myself constantly breaking in between words to rub my hands together as though I am trying to brush off some imaginary substance that has sullied up my palms.)
On the other (equally clean) hand, this word prompts me to think of cute & sweet things, like my 6-year old niece & her love of all things sugary & chocolatey. My niece constantly has sticky hands, but it’s usually from eating so much sugary candy & her favorite treat of all, chocolate. Whenever I’m around my niece (& also my 7-year old nephew), I am always wiping her hands with an anti-bacterial wet wipe (that I always keep in my purse) or a napkin. Thinking about the word sticky in this sense has me imagining, or perhaps daydreaming, about delicious desserts with chocolate or caramel sauces, whipped cream, & other delectable confections. I am getting hungry just thinking about desserts, & I love to eat dessert!
Finally, I also associate the word sticky with a topic a little more adult related. Yes, I’m talking about that three letter you-know-what word. One can describe that act as being sticky, or involving sticky aspects/things. If one is engaging in such a sticky act, it must surely be quite sultry & detailed indeed. I’m not going to go into too much detail because that would just be a little to saucy & tart for this blog post that includes a little blurb about my innocent & adorable niece. I will just finish here, & you can let your own imagination run amok. Cheers.
Today’s song of the day:
“At Least We Got To the Race” by Ben Sidran