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| maihri |
on Sun 24 Aug 08, 6:52 PM to maihri's blog.
Why do we like our marks so much? I have a yellow bruise on my arm, acquired through some mysterious agency (I must have banged my arm at work, but I don't remember) which I think hideous. Are marks cherished signs of our submission, or awards for bearing pain? (Blue and purple ribbon of course!)
Perhaps both of these, but for me, with my frightful memory, it's a reminder of what happened hours or days ago. Yes, I *really* did do that, and yes, it *really* did happen. It wasn't a figment of my imagination.
So this afternoon I have red marks that are just beginning to purple, and the biggest smile on my face. And OMG, yes it really did happen!
