Fingernails

Not My Fingernails

I know what you're all thinking. "Fingernails? Why on earth would she write a post about fingernails. Maybe it's not really about fingernails. What analogy could she be making with fingernails?" Well, let me put your thoughts at ease, I am writing a post about fingernails, no weird analogies, but you'll just have to read it to find out why. And now I'm going to confuse you even more because my story doesn't even start with fingernails.

I have had terrible acne all my life. To compound that fact, I have a terrible habit of picking my acne. Popping zits, squeezing pimples, picking scabs, you name it I've probably done it. Recently I've had a nasty break out that just won't go away. In talking to people I decided that in order to make it go away I would have to stop picking. In order to try to get myself to stop I cut my fingernails short. Not just short, but to the quick short. And then I filed them slanted backwards to remove all possible temptation. The pictures aren't very good, but here's what my hands now look like

Now I'm beginning to realize just how under appreciated fingernails are. Not only do they protect the sensitive tips of your fingers (yes my fingertips hurt a little as I'm typing this), but you also use them for dozens of other tasks every day. Try undoing a double knotted shoelace without fingernails, washing your hair, picking up really small bits of paper or eraser bits, opening a box of macaroni and cheese, scratching an itch, popping a memory card out of a camera. All easier with fingernails. I will never under appreciate my fingernails again (that is if I can convince them to come back after the torture I put them through). However, I do not advocate doing things like this with your fingernails.