What I Hated the Least Today 53/365: Cutting

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Warning: The following post describes self-harm. Don’t try it at home.

I don’t cut my nails, I file them. I do cut my fingers though. You know the rough patches of skin that form at the fingertips, all the way around the nails? Well, I hate it. And I cut it with sharp scissors. Why, yes, I’ve heard of hand cream (speaking of which, I’m just massaging a generous amount of it into my hands) and of softening oil. But that’s nonsense.

Nothing delivers perfectly smooth fingertip skin as well as just cutting the hard bits off. Of course, you have to wait a day or two until it stops bleeding for the effect to fully manifest itself, but it’s totally worth it. There’s also a bonus to it: I’m gradually erasing my fingerprints, in case I needed to commit a crime and remain unidentified.

Other than that, I don’t cut myself. I have a cat to do it for me.

11 thoughts on “What I Hated the Least Today 53/365: Cutting

  1. When I saw the headline and the cutters in my Reader, I thought “OMG what a coincidence”, because I just got back from the vet, having McDuff’s toenails cut.

    I don’t know that I would try that on my fingertips. Perhaps a little on the sides of the nail, but it’s not that bad. The toes, though … what do you do about them? ☺️

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    1. I just read your harrowing post about your and McDuff’s ordeal… It must be something in the air today which forces people and cats to cut their nails and fingers. 😮 Now, toes, that’s a good question. The toes don’t bother me, it’s just the fingers because I’m in the habit of touching my fingertips with my thumb when I’m nervous or bored, so I can feel the rough skin and it unnerves me. I don’t touch my toes when I’m nervous…

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      1. I just tried it — nope! they’re not rough.

        It’s a good thing you don’t touch your toes. Would be tiresome and awkward in the long run. You would become very agile, though …

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        1. Haha 😀 On the other hand, I’m known for sitting cross-legged on the chair (not in public), so the toes are dangerously close. Now I can’t stop thinking of rubbing them.

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