Midas Glass Touch
Biting a glass caused it to shatter into my mouth like a rusk. Following that, whatever I touched that was made of glass got smashed into smithereens. So, I am like Midas with a glass touch. Lamps, glasses, dishes, window panes, everything would break in my hands.
I asked a psychic what was happening and I was told that all this was the presage of a new state of consciousness towards which I was destined to transition. This new state made me break everything hollow and jeopardise immaterial things as well; friendships, love stories, family bonds, ideas, and convictions would be at risk. I began to seriously worry about the deconstruction my fingertips were about to provoke.
I thought it was wise to keep my distance from everything. Now I only touch something after thorough consideration.