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A Bruised Ego/Elbow

I’ve been thinking a lot about bruises lately for some reason. It’s a wonder where they could have come from but I have a bruise on each elbow and on my right knee. Strangely I haven’t the slightest idea where they came from. The only explanation that seems even plausible could be perhaps that I’ve been sleep walking around the suburbs and beating up gangster wannabes or something. If only if only. Sigh.

At least I know where one of my bruises came from. Yesterday I was being crafty and took my tub of beads out of a drawer in my desk. Naturally I became very engrossed in my work and was only roused from it when my mother yelled that the ice cream was out. So of course I jumped up from my desk ready to get my share of dairy, and ran smack into the drawer. What resulted were a few stifled curse words, a scrape, and a nice little bruise.

That got me thinking, which bruises are better: the ones I know I have because I felt it, or the bruises I just find one day as I’m tying my shoes.

I can see both sides of the argument.

The bruises you are perfectly aware of getting aren’t quite desirable because pain is involved but there’s a certain amount of satisfaction in knowing where it came from. I got the most amazing bruise on the soft spot on the inside of my knee this winter. It resulted from one messy game of soccer. Don’t get me wrong it hurt like heck but it was amazing because it was HUGE and a million different colors all at the same time. I can’t tell you how much joy it gave me to gross my classmates out with it and to tell the story. So, while pain was involved every time I touched it, a great story resulted.

On the other hand, mystery bruises are unique for the opposite reasons. So you didn’t feel any pain when you got it, but where did it come from? In the end if a stranger askes about the bruise, all you can say to where it came from is a question mark. This answer only gets strangers’ imaginations running about abusive boyfriends, bar fights, and random self deprecating stunts (or leg emo-ness.)

So this leads to the toss up. At the core, both paths have a bit of pain whether it be physical or mental. Now which would you choose?

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