Nothing to scatch

Sometimes I scratch an itch on my hand or arm with my razor sharp chin stubble.

Other times I try to, but then get a nails-on-chalkboard shiver when a smooth chin glides across my target area because I had forgotten that I recently shaved.

I usually respond to this by throwing something heavy at something weaker than me.

Then I cry. Mostly about my abused childhood.

Then I become indignant, remembering that I wasn’t abused as a child.
Was I not good enough?

Humiliation quickly sets in when I remember that that was a subplot in a South Park.

Confused and angry, I forget that my face is smooth again and try to rub my non-existent stubble against my shoulder.

Embarrassed again, I look around to make sure no one saw me. then I cry. but I don’t know why I’m crying. So to cope and understand, I blog about it. hoping that no one thinks I’m being serious.

Then I’m happy.

I usually respond to this by throwing something heavy at something weaker than me.