you don't need to scratch inside, just please hold onto your pride and so don't let them bring you down
( 10.15.2003 )
yesterday, a lady glanced at my arms littered with scars and asked with a smile "you have a cat?" i return the smile and respond with "i actually work at the humane society." it's such an easy scapegoat.
yeah, i'm tired of comments like those, but i don't have much of a right to complain, i suppose. all those scars were self-inflicted; i can't lash out at other people for not understanding something that they didn't do.
i think the most amusing part is when she told me her daughter had gotten a kitten. and her arms looked identical to mine before the cat was declawed. i just think to myself "sure. all right. most cat scratches fade in less than week, and these have been around for months, and some, years? hm." i shouldn't get so defensive about it, though. honestly, am i proud of them? do i consider them some form of accomplishment? no. they're just photographs to me - just memories. i'm not self-conscious, and i'm not going to hide them. they're there. [homonym frenzy] and that's it. they do not define me, but they are a part of me. don't accept the cuts / the practice. just the person. thanks.
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oh.
HOLY SHIT. TOMORROW. [explodes]
