Why do we Itch Sometimes

Little is known about why we itch. It is a mystery after all. I suspect it is that infamous energy inside the body that roams up and down the DNA structure and labels itself as God (DIEU). This setting to revenge the human souls.

They certainly do not know why they created us, now they want us to know that they really exist but perhaps in a spooky way. Humans, on the other hand, do not care to know these things. When the revelation of the spirit comes upon one human it demands to do in a way that is pleasing to the world. This will avoid a trip to the mental institution. We, humankind, just want to Live, Laugh & Love.

Talking about itching all over the body. Sometimes we can see a cause of the itch, such as a scab or an insect bite. Stimulating pain receptors can cause itching, but no nerve endings have been specifically connected with itching alone.

For sure, thinking about an itch can bring on the urge to scratch, search no more, it is what has invaded me one night as I slept, many many years ago.

I WILL HAVE WHAT SHE IS HAVING

How many times have we wanted something that someone else has
Can we blame the internet? Yes and No.
Seeing what else is out there, what other people are doing, and what other possibilities can be unsettling, but “the grass is always greener” is an expression that’s been around for far longer than the internet, and one that harbors up ideas of never being quite satisfied with what one has.

It evokes mental images of peering enviously over your neighbors’ fence, or of someone risking life and limbs trying to get over a bridge.

Its called to mind Adam and Eve thinking that perhaps an apple held better things than the paradise in which they already existed and of Cain’s seething jealousy of his brother, Abel. Self-doubt, envy, and aspiration are all, to one degree or another, essential elements of human nature

The issue arises when fixating on someone else’s grass leads you to dislike or neglect your own-

When you are so caught up in how much better that person’s life is that jealously and misery paralyze you from improving your own