Possibly TMI!

[brigdh]

I broke my watch yesterday. It was the strangest thing, really; I bumped against a stop sign's pole, and somehow snapped the watch's band completely in two, even though I myself didn't feel anything and didn't realize I'd done it until the watch fell off a few steps further.

I didn't remember to buy a new one this morning (mainly because I'm too tired to remember anything. I've only gotten half a night's sleep the past two days: yesterday people were jackhammering the street outside, and this morning the person who lives above apparently decided to build something using power tools. I... I really don't understand people.) and then I was too busy the rest of the day, so I didn't wear one. It was weird just on the level of habit, because I'm used to always knowing what time it is, but it also turned out to do strange things to my behavior.

Well. I have scars on my wrist, from my angsty teenage days, and I don't like having them visible. Not that they are, really; they're old enough to be quite faded- obviously, if all I need to hide them is a watch- and how often do you look at someone's wrist anyway? I should have known I would have a problem, because normally I only take off my watch to shower or sleep, and never do around other people, but I hadn't really expected the degree to which I was uncomfortable. I found myself continually sitting on my hands, or crossing my arms, or holding books or paper in strategic positions. I'm sure I would have worn a long-sleeved shirt and thus solved the problem, if it hadn't still been too warm.

So, I don't really know what I'm saying, except that, wow, I am not nearly as sane as I'd been assuming.

Comments

[p-zeitgeist.livejournal.com]

Hmmm. Do you get drunk and wind up in snowy alleys, trying to put your jewel-colored eyes out? If not, I'm thinking you pass the sanity test.

Actually, I'd think it was weirder if you weren't vaguely uncomfortable about it. We all do embarrassing things in as angsty teens, and which of us likes being reminded of them?

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Heh, yeah. Though it's not even so much embarassing as it's just... private(which is totally why I'm making livejournal posts about it, thank you, brain, you make NO sense).

But yes. And good to know I am not alone in the paranoia-challenged.

[childofatlantis.livejournal.com]

... you totally beat me to it. ^_^

[childofatlantis.livejournal.com]

I think the people who don't worry about it are the unusual ones. I feel awkward wearing a swimming costume for similar reasons. Although, ironically, my one really big and noticeable scar, on my forearm, was obtained through accidentally brushing against the oven. >_< Which, yknow, spoils the Mysterious Past Angst factor some. :)

[shes-unreal.livejournal.com]

I have one good sized SI scar on my arm and really I don't think about it much. I used to be self-conscious about it but when it was hanging out, and despite it having keloided, nobody really seemed to pay much attention to it. Besides, if anyone ever asks, you could always say you had cats. I used to sport all kinds of scars on my arms regularly just from playing with the little buggers.

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Hee. Yeah, one of my more noticeable scars, on my thumb, is from putting my hand through a window (uh, accidently). No Mysterious Past Angst for that one, but it is pretty good for getting people to say, "you did WHAT?"

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Ha! No, all my jewel-colored eye activites are conducted away from the snow. It's cold, you know.

Hmmm, true. I always do wonder about people who display their obviously self-inflicted wounds, though really I suppose there's no need to conceal them. It's just foreign enough to my own feelings that I'm surprised at it.

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Ooo, that's true. I didn't even think of that. I guess there are all sorts of normal ways to end up with scars.