I used to do a lot of stupid things when I was younger. Fortunately, I don’t do stupid things quite as often as an adult, but I still do them.
My mother tells me when I was a toddler I used to climb on unfinished wood in playgrounds and then cry when she pulled the splinters out of my hands… and then I’d go back and climb on the same unfinished wood.
One time in middle school, I went to a camp, and a bunch of friends of mine and I decided it would be a great idea to prank call 911. It wasn’t a great idea. It was a dumb idea.
Then there was that time in college I was pulling weeds barehanded, and it turned out the weeds I was pulling were poison ivy. That was dumb.
Well, last night, I was cutting up an avocado. Usually I dig the knife into the pit, twist, and then remove the pit in one or two strokes. The pit wouldn’t move, though. It just broke in half. So instead of doing what a smart person would do (give up and realize the avocado was not ripe yet), I decided to dig into the pit with the point of a very sharp knife. I slipped and cut my finger. It was painful, and there was a lot of blood.
I’m an idiot.
You live and learn. Well, hopefully you learn…
Hey, it could have been worse. My brother has a similar story involving a machette and seven of the eight tendons in his right hand. (He’s all better now, though.)
I do not call that stupid. I call it human. As humans, we test ourselves and our environment. We test the limits of the possibilities. In your case, it was a test of your SKILLZ with teh KNIFE against the STUBBORN AVOCADO.
You live you learn.
Thanks for the perspective.
Yes, it could have been much, much worse, and I’m thankful that Neosporin and a bandage can take care of my wound.
And I have lived and learned. I learned the unripe avocado always wins.
Last semester, I had a very similar accident, only I was trying to pop open a traffic light, with a knife I thought too dull to hurt me (don’t ask, long story). The kitchen looked like a murder scene, and I still am getting sensation back in one of my fingertips. But hey – at least I can type fine.
First of thanks for the comment you left at my blog. Secondly, that sounds like me. Although I have learned my lesson when it comes to sharp objects. While it might mean I have to wait until my husband gets home from work I try to avoid doing certain things, like cutting open difficult fruits and also he has to wash the more delicate glassware we own. After having broken three wine glasses, mind you while sober, and cutting myself numerous times, I figured it is best to have him do it.
Hey Aysiu…I’m the clumsiest and most uncoordinated person alive, and sometimes have to use knives in the kitchen sometimes. For my birthday this year, my Dad bought me glove thingys that look like chain mail armor sort of, I put them on before I have to cut something, and I don’t cut myself anymore lol.