a very belated "phewwww!"

[xnolenx]

Sometimes, just sometimes the bullet that you want to hit you in the head is moved by divine intervention and hits someone else. After awhile the wishing it hadn't missed (I mean, you wanted it to hit you in the first place, maybe due to some benign naivette) wears off and you realize how lucky you are to be alive. However, the bullet never misses entirely, and there will always be scars left to remind you how close you came to an unhappy ending. The reminders are comforting.

This is a metaphor.

It is brought to you by the letters A, B, C, F(x2) G, K, J, N, R(elief) and S.