I have had this particularly ugly wound on my lower right arm for weeks. If I remember correctly, I got it in early January, while strolling rather aimlessly on the streets of Chinatown. I don’t know what exactly my arm hit at that time, but whatever it was, it’s probably dirty, germ-filled and quite possibly poisonous.

But I’m not dead yet, and that’s not even the point.

The point is that it’s been over three weeks and that damn wound is still here. It’s not an open wound, by the way, as a scab began to cover it like a day after I got the wound. Despite that, the thing looks absolutely gross. I am hoping it isn’t infected as well, and so far, I haven’t started barking like mad or howling at the full moon, so I guess that’s out of the question.

But if it’s scabbed over weeks ago, why is it still here? That, ladies and gentlemen, is the crux of the matter. Technically speaking, the wound should’ve healed completely by now, if I didn’t have this terrible personality flaw.

I have no patience.

Yes, I plead guilty, your honor, to not having any Emotional Quotient to speak of. I’m extremely impatient to the point of being retarded at times. I stand in line, I wait for my turn and stuff, but I’m not exactly happy about it.

And so the answer to that earth-shaking question is simple: yes, I’ve been picking at the wound with vigor every time it scabs over, and then I find that it hasn’t really healed inside. Great. I suppose this scenario has played over and over for almost twenty times over the course of approximately three weeks, which explains the ugly thing still sitting on my arm.

I suppose it could be my body’s subtle means of murdering me, as the wound grows every time I happily tear off the scab. One day I’ll be nothing more than a huge blob of dried out, chewed up, ugly scab, and then I’ll pick at myself all day long. While watching DVDs, hopefully.

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On a much lighter and less disgusting note, belated Happy Chinese New Year to everybody who cares! Remember kids, it’s all about the TIKOY.

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