I cut myself shaving. Not just a little nick but a long gash. Just after I was contemplating how nice to be at the time of life when scars are visible enough to guard against further self-affliction. I was thinking “how impossible to cut myself again”…Damn! Those cheap razors...
When I was a teenager, I remember leg-slicing, sometimes both legs, with my mother’s straight-edge razor. Every single time I cut myself I could not believe I cut myself as I watched the blood mixed with hot shower water running down my legs, circling the drain…How could I have been so stupid and clumsy? It’s no wonder I decided to go au natural in the 70s.
Remember the song, “I’ve Done All The Dumb Things”? Skidding my pickup truck into the ditch speeding around an icy curve in the mountains while singing along to that ditty! There are so many examples of oops! in my life. I need not go through each and every one because I might never finish this post. Instead, I will take you through my line of thinking which has kept me from throwing in the towel.
I am pretty sure everyone has heard of the adage: learn from your mistakes. How about this one? From the bible, “Is a fool who repeats his folly” —to unattributed quotes, “once is a mistake, then it becomes a choice”. Apparently, this problem of mine has a freudian diagnosis: repetition compulsion. Ok. Now what?
According to new age philosophy, we are to learn something from this karmic iteration. We must make the same mistake over again until we don’t. So my question is, after we stop making the same mistake, what then?
If this is all there is… I guess the I don’t want to learn from my mistakes. I will keep shooting myself in the foot. It’s either limping around with a hole in my foot or 6-feet under with no more chances to screw it up.
Oops! Let me do it again!
I frequently cut myself shaving plus I have skin issues so I only shaved 2x this summer. Shameful, ugly, and it helped my skin.
funny your writing!
great picture, very teenage
good blood and dark water