Acknowledging that you’re being a jerk doesn’t make it any better
If you know it hurts
Why the hell are you surprised
To hear me say, “ouch”
Words by J. B. Everett
Acknowledging that you’re being a jerk doesn’t make it any better
If you know it hurts
Why the hell are you surprised
To hear me say, “ouch”
Words by J. B. Everett
When I was a little girl, I sat on my grandmother’s floor agonizing over taking a band-aid off for I don’t know how long. She came by, commented that it wouldn’t hurt that bad, and ripped it off without missing a step on her way to the kitchen. I just sat there stunned. And didn’t cry either. Because it really didn’t hurt that bad.
I’ve been peeling off a lot of bandaids lately, and let me tell you–I have been “ouch”ing up a storm! Ha-ha, when I was at the hospital the other day, one of the medics had taped my head to a stability board, and informed me, “It hurts less if I just do this fast”–again, let me tell you, if that was “hurting less” I hate to think what would have happened had he gone slow!
Hope you’re okay, Khara! It has been a month of accidents!
It DOESN’T hurt nearly as much anymore, because they don’t make BandAids like they used to. For those of us who remember the days before they invented the adhesives they use now, those old-time removals came at the expense of arm hairs, upper layer of epidermis, and at least part of the newly formed scab. Youch! Love the photos.
lovely, expressive use of language on this blog!
I love this! Words of truth that leave a little sting, even on paper. Nice!