I have a band-aid on my neck, about halfway up on the front left. There is a little skin-tag there, and sometimes it gets irritated and requires some antibiotic and a band-aid. No big whoop.
At karate today, one of the kids asked “why the band-aid?” I looked him in the eye and said “I was chewing myself. This is just until it heals a bit.”
Then I got to watch that most joyful of things: A human mind crashing, and rebooting. Once he was up and running again, he wandered off. Nobody else asked.
This is a small example of why I tend to have few friends.
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