My little finger is a little bastard. It certainly hurts like a bastard. While it is not particularly pleasant to experience, it is a great deal of fun to wonder how come that it came to hurt. I’ve come up with several working hypotheses.
- The Blame the Mouse Hypothesis: I’ve spent the last few days working hard on a paper. Since I hate writing (even more fiercely than other things) and I suck at it (about the same as in other things), I often found myself working hardly rather than hard. I was probably spending hours on end with my little finger tentatively hovering over my mouse, waiting for inspiration not coming, hence I could have caused myself a repetitive strain injury.
- The Blame the Enter Hypothesis: As part of my research, I was naturally searching on Google. A lot. I use my little finger to hit the Enter key after I type my search. I have the tendency to get physically very expressive when hitting Enter. In verbally expressive terms, I punch the living shit out of it. It’s probably a reflex from my early years of typing on a mechanical typewriter. I could have hurt my finger by excessive Entering.
- The Blame the Exercise Hypothesis: There’s a saying in my language which translates poorly into English, but it’s along the lines that regular exercise will cripple you for life. It’s possible that I crippled my little finger as I was trying to levitate myself into one yoga pose or another. It could be argued that I would have noticed, but I wouldn’t have had to notice because I make a point of not doing yoga mindfully, so it follows that I must be doing it mindlessly.
Whichever of the hypotheses is correct, if any, typing (and the attendant fiddling with the mouse and hitting Enter) doesn’t make much to alleviate the pain. I should probably stop typing. Now.