I oftern get static shocks when touching things, i didnt realise how much until last night, taking off my dressing gown in the dark i always get a few blasts but last night it looked like a huge lightimg storms hahaha
I suggest, if it is a problem, you change your dressing gown to a cotton one, walk around bare foot more or discharge yourself first by touching metal to metal.
In terms of how electric I am… I am profoundly electrical! Every thought, movement and sensation is driven by bioelectricity. While I am not an electric eel, at rest, I produce about 100W of power… enough to light a 100W lightbulb… so significantly more electrically charged than the potato we (hopefully) all experimented with at school.
Last year during the coldest part of the year, it was around minus 5 Fahrenheit. I went to check the thermostat to the furnace and when I touched it I shocked it and it blew out the electronics and made the furnace shut down. It was a Sunday evening and stores were about to close. I had to scramble and buy any thermostat I could so we wouldn’t freeze at night.
When I was slim, I was constantly being zapped by everything. Cars and elevators gave the worst shocks. Since I became morbidly obese, it’s been years.
Getting out of cars often get a static shock! Anyone remember nylon bedsheets in the 70’s? You only had to turn over and it was as if you had been tasered!
I patted my husband on the head yesterday and got shocked. I am always getting shocked by static. Usually it’s the supermarket trolley handle that gets me. I noticed something super cool though. I store my toys in satin bags, and sometimes when I take a solid silicone one out in the dark the static from the bag makes the whole toy light up from the inside for a moment, like a flash of lightning!
Those nylon sheets were the worst invention ever! Along with the horrendous static you stuck to them with sweat in the summer and they were icy cold in winter
I got a nice one the other day, I was tidying the bedroom after putting the laundry away and got a nice bolt from me to the radiator. I instinctively went “hey! That was spicy!”, much to my husband’s amusement