the chinese have a symbol(oops, i mean 'character', dang my western ignorance...symbol over hear as tattoo on college boys) for crisis that just happens to be the same one for opportunity.
i just slice the fuck out of my hand and:
-went upstairs not to freak out my family
-almost broke the futon punching the thin mattress
-freaked out my wife anyway who can hear an ant fart 2 kilometers away
...then remembered something:
once someone held a gun at me about 10 feet away...too far for anything matrix-like, but my response was pretty weird. i actually said (i've been a wee bit embarassed to say until now), "you better have good aim, because if i get to you first, i'm going to fucking kill you"...i think he poo'd himself, he froze while i walked toward him ready to beat him to death i think (sorry). he cowared amongst his friends and said it was only a pellet pistol... and i actually, in an instant, had to just let him off the hook--save turning into a monster in broad daylight amidst a mass of people when the threat was gone. moments after i was completely calm. nothing left to feel. he was emotionally crushed, and that gun represented nothing anymore to him, or me (in truth i've been shot by a pellet co2 before and they penetrate).
what i discovered was that guns made me angry. why. serious injury. i get completely fucking incensed over this sort of thing (laugh but not everybody does).
another time i was getting a beating, and the guy said, "i'm going to stop now because you're hurt"...i heard myself say, "we'll stop when i say stop". i trapped his leg and beat it until it blead--which didn't take long and i didn't hurt my fist oddly. he made a last go at me and i busted his floating rib.
what i didn't get really until this morning, is that when i'm injured or there's a threat of injury, i see absolute red. disturbing over the top red. so the odd thing about slicing a well into the crook between my ring finger and pinky is that i've just discovered an anchor that i can think about while my hand heals. i'm still pretty fucking angry, but it helps. also the more i sit, the more other things come to mind. times i've seen red in tournaments over something nobody could understand.
BTW: i'm quite off bagels now
, maybe that'll be part of the anchor