I can say without shame that I was a teenage cutter. Yes, before it was hot, that's right. Naturally, I felt compelled to do this task. Just what is sealing like? Is it even similar to cutting? Will it make the badness go away? Will it get me attention? This is what I wanted to know.

First, I documented some of my slicey aftermath. Then I dove right into the sealing. I procured a suitable wax source and an ignition device. While walking around my apartment with a burning candle, I searched for a suitable seal. What to use? Nothing was really proper for the job and the candle was about to gutter! Then I spied a rusty piece of hardware that lives on my bedroom radiator. Excellent. With all the necessary tools, I moved to the kitchen where I laid out some counter-top protection and performed the wax application ritual. Ouch! Well that was to be expected. Next came the rolling of the seal across the arm. Good, good. As you can see, it came out simple, but lovely.

After a moment, I decided that since I'd gone through the trouble of sealing my arm, I may as well address it and apply postage. I was going to go to the post office to mail the thing, but I just couldn't let go. I love you, arm!

In conclusion, I believe that I have found evidence that sealing and cutting are mutually exclusive behaviors. Cutting promises a temporary escape from seemingly insurmountable problems and instills a feeling of control over one's mind and body. My sealing experience was more arrogant. I was flaunting my power instead of searching for it. Perhaps that is the point of this task. I am no longer a boy. I can seal.

Still, apparently I'm not ready to send my arm off to a better place.