burning silence
Today during a long drive back to Rhode Island, after sitting in the same position for so long I began to forget where exactly my hands were. I wasn't on drugs, I just felt numb. Without looking at myself, or moving I tried to remember how I had positioned my arms and hands. It's a weird concept, I know... and it may not even make sense to anyone else but I really don't care. This whole situation reminded me of something I read a couple years ago in a Psychology book. It was some kind of experiment in which there was a man, I believe, who had lost one of his hands. It involved a box or something... and basically when this guy put his arm, or what use to be his hand, in the box thing so it was out of sight he felt that it was there, or something along those lines I can't remember exactly and I don't care to try researching it if this story just happens to be on some website, maybe when it's earlier in the day or night I'll waste some time looking for it, but for now this is just from my head to whoever feels like reading. So anyway, remembering that kind of freaked me out. I mean, you ever look at your hand, and move your fingers and just watch... then try to imagine the tragedy of losing one or both hands, or even just the fingers. It doesn't even have to be hands, really. It's just a scary thing to imagin, losing any part of the body... because you'd miss it. It'd be so frustrating to look at what once was your hand... and is now nothing, a stub.... with nothing to move, a function taken away. I know being paralyzed would be the ultimate worst because then you may not lose any parts of your body, but you do lose function, so the body might as well not be there. I don't know, it just made me appreciate my body.