As humans, we derive satisfaction from some of the strangest accomplishments--many of which are unmentionable in public company. Some of our accomplishments are simply meaningless to anyone other than ourselves. Then, there are a few that fall into both categories.
Take, for example, the removal of a piece of toenail that has become ingrown. The removal usually requires even more temporary pain, but the sweet release when the offending barb is removed is pure bliss. For me, I particularly enjoy examining the barb after its removal. On a couple of occasions it has been as sharp and a long as a cat's claw. I want to be able to share the accomplishment with someone; however, as much as Janelle loves me, I know that she would react only with disgust.
Today, I had another such accomplishment. As I was about to put on my sock this morning, I saw a little bit of dead skin on the bottom of my foot. As I went to peel it off, I noticed that it was staying together, so I slowly edged my finger under the flap of dead skin and eased the edges away from the fresh skin underneath. With careful application, I was able to pull away in a single piece a layer of skin larger than my thumb, the ridges and swirls of my skin clearly visible on it. It was an impressive accomplishment that brought me both pleasure and joy, but I knew that sharing it would only disturb and possibly disgust other people.
Then I realized that I didn't have a topic for today's blog post ...
Take, for example, the removal of a piece of toenail that has become ingrown. The removal usually requires even more temporary pain, but the sweet release when the offending barb is removed is pure bliss. For me, I particularly enjoy examining the barb after its removal. On a couple of occasions it has been as sharp and a long as a cat's claw. I want to be able to share the accomplishment with someone; however, as much as Janelle loves me, I know that she would react only with disgust.
Today, I had another such accomplishment. As I was about to put on my sock this morning, I saw a little bit of dead skin on the bottom of my foot. As I went to peel it off, I noticed that it was staying together, so I slowly edged my finger under the flap of dead skin and eased the edges away from the fresh skin underneath. With careful application, I was able to pull away in a single piece a layer of skin larger than my thumb, the ridges and swirls of my skin clearly visible on it. It was an impressive accomplishment that brought me both pleasure and joy, but I knew that sharing it would only disturb and possibly disgust other people.
Then I realized that I didn't have a topic for today's blog post ...
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