Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

1.11

[I suck at this. I'm avoiding it, for some reason which probably isn't good enough.]

I fell down and scraped the end of my knee off. My jeans were fine, but I bled underneath. The skin had been torn and the flesh exposed. It took a month to heal, and during that time, I was afraid of infection.
I still have the scar.
When I wish I had never fallen, I try to remember that the scar tissue strengthens the skin. If I fall again, it won't tear. I won't bleed. The scar will protect me. I try to remember that sometimes scarring is good.

Still, I hate scars.

5 comments:

  1. Ouch.

    Hmm. I never thought of scars like that.

    I like scars. They're like maps of my past.

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  2. I guess it depends on if it's a past you want to remember.

    (Also, the captcha was "outchi." I thought that was pretty relevant.)

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  3. Hah good one, Captcha. It's like you're human!

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  4. Yay for Captcha's abilities! I'm back from traveling and trying to get caught up with blogs again. I'm with Janelle, never thought of scars like that but I like it. I also like scars. Once I saw a magnet that said something like "Scars are natural (or maybe it said free) tattoos." Bryn liked it so much she bought the magnet.

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  5. I REALLY LIKE THAT QUOTE
    and also welcome back, Ali!

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