Splinters are fabulous
After a session of wood carving yesterday my hands were full of glorious splinters, long sharp shards of ancient olive wood embedded deep within my dermis.It might seem strange to some, but I like them, I like seeing the dark splinters deep in my skin, they are not painful, what pain there is is a good pain, makes me feel at one with nature, just seeing the glistening of sweat and blood and Im in heaven.
Of course there is the best part of being covered in splinters, the ceremonial removing of natures shards, the preparation, the tools from pliers, knives and tweezers (The big manly kind not the girly eyebrow ones).
The de splintering begins with some gentle Jackson Brown in the background, can reach a crescendo of Beethoven's 5th symphony as played by Deep Purple as each large splinter is pulled from its fleshy prison and displayed lovingly on a folded white egyptian cotton towel, When all are plucked and liberal amounts of disinfectant are poured over the wounds, I cry out with o*gasm joy as the searing burning pain washes away any microbes that had taken up residence within my hands.
You probably think I should be committed somewhere, but I was tested and all is well within my cranium.
Does anyone else share my joy?