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The Callouses on Your Hands by Digital Watches
April 23rd, 2010 5:02 PM
When you live life voiding warranties and poking dragons, you're bound to end up with some scars. It would be a shame to die without any. I happen to have quite a few, so I've chosen a small selection for this task. These are their stories:
This one dates back to my track and field days in middle school. Apparently, there is a right and a wrong way to throw a shotput, such that you can do some serious muscle-pulling the wrong way. 13 stitches after some minor vein surgery. I didn't even know they did vein surgery.
It is well-understood in my parents' household that my sister's cat is an evil not to be trifled with, even amongst cats. When he found a large mole on my rib, he felt that it was so interesting, it should be his, so after a long and painful series of attempts, he finally claimed his prize, leaving this tiny red mark even years after I've moved out.
This one near my left thumb is a constant reminder that there is a time and a place for romance, and it's not near a still-under construction house. Apparently there's glass lying around near those. Fortunately, nothing a little gauze and affection couldn't cure. Perhaps that's why such an angry wound left such a tiny scar.
The most prominent of all my scars, and possibly the oldest. We were but children, my brother and I, making pet rocks and bickering at a beach house. I don't remember what the argument was about, but at some point, my brother decided that hot glue speaks louder than words.
This one's a newcomer: I have a complicated relationship with buildings. Part of it is to do with my overwhelming urge to be on top of them. This sort of thing happens when you get a bad grip on a rough edge, such as the dorm building I climbed this monday.
Even newer is this little slice across my thumb. As anyone who's worked with computer hardware can attest, one must be very careful. For example, you can fry your motherboard if you don't ground yourself! Sometimes, however, motherboards bite back, their sharp edges and pointy things sticking out waiting to slice you.
Even though sharp objects have declared me their enemy, I love the sharp world we live in.
This one dates back to my track and field days in middle school. Apparently, there is a right and a wrong way to throw a shotput, such that you can do some serious muscle-pulling the wrong way. 13 stitches after some minor vein surgery. I didn't even know they did vein surgery.
It is well-understood in my parents' household that my sister's cat is an evil not to be trifled with, even amongst cats. When he found a large mole on my rib, he felt that it was so interesting, it should be his, so after a long and painful series of attempts, he finally claimed his prize, leaving this tiny red mark even years after I've moved out.
This one near my left thumb is a constant reminder that there is a time and a place for romance, and it's not near a still-under construction house. Apparently there's glass lying around near those. Fortunately, nothing a little gauze and affection couldn't cure. Perhaps that's why such an angry wound left such a tiny scar.
The most prominent of all my scars, and possibly the oldest. We were but children, my brother and I, making pet rocks and bickering at a beach house. I don't remember what the argument was about, but at some point, my brother decided that hot glue speaks louder than words.
This one's a newcomer: I have a complicated relationship with buildings. Part of it is to do with my overwhelming urge to be on top of them. This sort of thing happens when you get a bad grip on a rough edge, such as the dorm building I climbed this monday.
Even newer is this little slice across my thumb. As anyone who's worked with computer hardware can attest, one must be very careful. For example, you can fry your motherboard if you don't ground yourself! Sometimes, however, motherboards bite back, their sharp edges and pointy things sticking out waiting to slice you.
Even though sharp objects have declared me their enemy, I love the sharp world we live in.
