The other day, I bought a straight razor. I have now found that it’s a low quality piece of junk, and shouldn’t be put anywhere near your face. But regardless, people see me with a blade and assume that I’m going to cut myself. I’m actually not that clumsy.
The number of times that I’ve hurt myself (slicing, bludgeoning, etc,etc) actually were more of a result of not actually thinking about what I was actually doing than being unsafe. Of course, that’s a little contradictory.
Here’s the thing. At some point in our lives, we all go in to “autopilot” mode. The multiple times that I’ve sliced my hand/finger open, I wasn’t being unsafe so much as I was on Auto-pilot. After you’ve opened hundreds of boxes (over a lifetime) and you haven’t cut yourself once….you figure you’ve got it under control. You just do it – and don’t think about it.
Well, as of now, I can’t do that any more. I HAVE to think about what I’m slicing up because typically it ends up being something attached to my body.
The same thing with my jacked-up ankle. I’ve been walking the planet for some thirty-mumble-mumble years and hadn’t sprained my ankle before……so why did I really need to concentrate on walking? Well, it turns out that I do.
I especially do.
Complaining about getting old gets…..well, old, but seriously – those aches and pains that appear and you have to figure out what’s causing them? Time killer for sure. Who would have thunk that my clutch pedal would cause my big toe to get so sore?
