NotaNuffian
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OuchFlashback when a teacher decided to point at the back. I was at her arching nails to my eyes. Thankfully it was closed at that time or... ye.
OuchFlashback when a teacher decided to point at the back. I was at her arching nails to my eyes. Thankfully it was closed at that time or... ye.
Miraculously, I wasn't hurt in any major way, but I couldn't stand for a complete few minutes; my fingers were electrifying even after some time.
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When my wife was dating a biker in the Kingsmen, she used to collect wrenches so she could throw them at cars from the back of the motorcycle when other drivers pissed her off.
She had... so many wrenches when we moved in together.
And yet, there was evidence she should have had many... many more.
So many empty spaces in those wrench sets.
So... Many.
Felt that shocking adrenaline before when my friend near me nearly got hit by a car turn a few cm near. Scary indeed it was.
To me, she was.Unicorn?!
Reminds me that I saw how a dog nearly murdered a three year old.I have a small scar on my submental due to my dog. As I was descending the stairs, my dog barked from behind, so I turned around and spotted it running towards me. It suddenly leaped on me, causing me to tumble down the stairs.
At the time I was probably like 5 or 6 years old, holding hands with my little brother and spinning around in a circle until suddenly I assume our hands slip off and my head flew to the wooden table with sharp edges and hit the bridge of my nose with it, the same level as my eyes. I never had confirmation that this is what actually happened, I just remember that something like this happened and this must have been what led to the scar on my nose lmao. On top of that, apparently back then I used to tell to my friends that the reason of my scar is because dinosaurs stepped on my face multiple times and they all believed it. I don't even have any recollection of this ??The origin, appearence, number of occurance, name, effects in life, etcs.
Something that another could recognise.
Not the traumatizing one, don't force yourself.
When I was young, I had stretch marks over my shoulder and stomach which was worsen further from my nails from the itchiness when I was asleep. It was jagged purple but over the years most are now white. I like my scar, for others I don't remember their reaction except my mother's advice to not scratch your skin without cloth on top and so I followed.
That sound like instant knock out so that's probably why you never had recollection my manAt the time I was probably like 5 or 6 years old, holding hands with my little brother and spinning around in a circle until suddenly I assume our hands slip off and my head flew to the wooden table with sharp edges and hit the bridge of my nose with it, the same level as my eyes. I never had confirmation that this is what actually happened, I just remember that something like this happened and this must have been what led to the scar on my nose lmao. On top of that, apparently back then I used to tell to my friends that the reason of my scar is because dinosaurs stepped on my face multiple times and they all believed it. I don't even have any recollection of this ??
@SailusGebelOh, I forgot about another one, probably because it's barely noticeable nowadays. Back in school I was playing a game with classmates, name 10 something. Name 10 cities, 10 games, and so on. The point of this game was to say them as fast as you can, because while you were reciting the names, a classmate would rub your hand with an eraser. I was not fast enough.
It's a good thing that you're okay. I guess the youth can't be perfect since there is always something to experience. ...The bunnies are so adorable, but sometimes they cannot be underestimated. HahahaI have a multitude of white scars along both of my upper arms, as well as 5 or so livid-looking purpleish-red stripes along my left arm as well.
They are actually from a wide variety of things.
One on my wrist is due to an errant knife flying down from the top shelf. Starsdamn, that could have gone badly.
Three long gashes extending from mid-upper arm to mid-forearm are due to my now-departed bunny, may The Fuzz rest in peace. Be warned. Bunnies have wicked claws. They kick you with those hind legs and you are going to bleed like no tomorrow. Sometimes I have to wonder whether she had anticoagulant or something!![]()
I have some eye-shaped ones (with pupil and outline and everything) carved in by a piece of glass, as well as a patchwork of raised, white lines carved in by broken glass over the years as well. A couple are due to kitchen knives, which are actually more prominent, having more raised flesh, being thicker, and having more skin discoloration. Presumably the serration doesn't heal as well as the fine cuts.
The stripes are long, curved scars around and along my upper arm. They happened due to my psychotic meltdown, which, I believe most of you of you are aware of, but if not, I'll tell you in the spoiler.A combination of a chemical reaction between a crapton of caffeine and new medication, a 3 month streak of severe anxiety/self-esteem, suicidality, and SEVERE depression that I hadn't really recovered from, a deeply stressful environment, and very poor trust issues led to... an incident. Essentially, went a little crazy: hyperventilating, stumbling around, rambling and apologizing endlessly, laughing and sobbing hysterically, and then cutting my arms over and over with a boxcutter. Had to wash my arms and my hands, enough blood managing to get past my sponging up of my long sleeves from my upper arms and little bit on my lower arms to get on my hands.
A bunch more purpleish scars from a stolen boxcutter. The scar tissue, at a certain angle, is all shiny and stretches differently than the other skin.
A few others are just brown discoloration amongst my pale skin.
A couple lines along my forearms are due to chicken talons. Those birds are adorably dumb little things. They need toenail trimmers though... Can't really see 'em unless you look reeeally close.
Outside of my arms, got an eye-shaped one on my thigh, and a big blotch on my heel from the rust-covered, razor metal edge of a pool door from when I was a kid.
@SailusGebelReminds of the friction burn one of my coworkers had given me. We were playing Uno, and I was gathering cards for shuffling, and he uses his limb's lack of fingers, with symbrachydactyly, to rub the top of my hand REALLY fast and REALLY hard. I was the only one he wasn't able to make wince or change expression though, so I won! Booyah!
No hand noogies will change my course! Those Uno cards are mine!