My Throat hurts. . .
No I'm not sick, thanks for the concern, But I got shot in the neck.
By a paintball gun no less, it hurts like hell cause it's bleeding. Seriously though, how the hell does my neck get banged up when my head was the first thing out of that bunker? It was almost like the universe working in sync to make sure my neck suffered. I witnessed that ball flying through the air in slow mo' only to realize my reaction was much much slower, so it hit me. with a vengeance. . . .
This ruined the fact that I planned on wearing a sharp white suit to my grandparents 50 anniversary, Didn't want to ruin the collar with the slightest trickle of blood. I could have worn a bandaid, but that's the thing, I was actually happy about getting hit, It's like a battle scar or a badge for me. you can scan my body and find at least 10 slightly invisible scars of some of the worst paintball hits I've recieved. Shave my head and you'll probably find 3 more.
which brings me to yet another revelation, I like pain. Not excruciating pain like that you get when you break a bone or get your nose clipped off by a parrot (yes it has happened)
but I like the kind of pain you get from a tattoo needle, Biting my nipples, slapping my ass or pinching me. Sharp warm succulant pain. . . .
I don't, however, mutilate myself to get that feeling. I just let it come whenever it does, I welcome it, not invite it, and enjoy it nonetheless. I'm not demented or disturbed, but it brings me to life, it reminds me what life is, it reminds me too that it's only temporary, the crap we go through everday. It comes and goes, and we're always left with a revelation or a lesson.
No I'm not sick, thanks for the concern, But I got shot in the neck.
By a paintball gun no less, it hurts like hell cause it's bleeding. Seriously though, how the hell does my neck get banged up when my head was the first thing out of that bunker? It was almost like the universe working in sync to make sure my neck suffered. I witnessed that ball flying through the air in slow mo' only to realize my reaction was much much slower, so it hit me. with a vengeance. . . .
This ruined the fact that I planned on wearing a sharp white suit to my grandparents 50 anniversary, Didn't want to ruin the collar with the slightest trickle of blood. I could have worn a bandaid, but that's the thing, I was actually happy about getting hit, It's like a battle scar or a badge for me. you can scan my body and find at least 10 slightly invisible scars of some of the worst paintball hits I've recieved. Shave my head and you'll probably find 3 more.
which brings me to yet another revelation, I like pain. Not excruciating pain like that you get when you break a bone or get your nose clipped off by a parrot (yes it has happened)
but I like the kind of pain you get from a tattoo needle, Biting my nipples, slapping my ass or pinching me. Sharp warm succulant pain. . . .
I don't, however, mutilate myself to get that feeling. I just let it come whenever it does, I welcome it, not invite it, and enjoy it nonetheless. I'm not demented or disturbed, but it brings me to life, it reminds me what life is, it reminds me too that it's only temporary, the crap we go through everday. It comes and goes, and we're always left with a revelation or a lesson.
i've heard pain and pleasure are in the same part of the brain... I had a girlfriend who bite my ears and that was definitively hot... And like you say, pain means you are a live.
Good luck man... And congratulations to your fathers for the 50th anniversary