have you ever scarred yourself really bad?

there was that SI thing when i was about 14, but none of those are very noticeable.

my worst are from really dumb/clumsy shit i did whilst working; like bridging the terminals on a car battery- as i tightened the hold down-with a wrench that was touching a gold ring. melted the ring completely & now my pinky looks circumcised.

refer to spacemom's post. why can't i get this right?

Remember those times quite well, all the neighbors in back of my house were putting up fences to prevent my best friend and I from using shortcuts to get to and from each others houses. Bastards. Then there's my scar on my belly from getting the ole appendix removed.

long time no post! good to see you again!

Thanks, yeah I came back last week, Ive been really busy with school and trying to get a grasp of understanding how things work.

"?que tal?" is a generic "how's it going?" kind of query.

i'd disappeared for awhile myself. have only been posting for a couple of days, y not much. "culture" has changed a bit.

in Ocean City, started school sometime after that, and its been real interesting. I mean I still have my basic beliefs down but I feel like I understand the world better than I did in high school, dunno why that is, could be some of the stuff I learned in International Relations, the even more wide variety of people I've had classes with, or it could just be age.

hasn't emailed me either.

I liked her.

i think she got very involved w/ the new b/f. may be married & have kids by now...:rofl:

I thought Mara came out as a lesbian.

met an asian/american dude that swept her off her feet. got angsty y soapish for a while, but things worked out. then she just stopt posting. i hope it was because things got good; she def deserves good things.

I have to say, it's hard especially when you're shy as hell. Hope things work out for her, she joked with me one time that one of our Russian ancestors could have een a supervisor for one of mine since while not Russian, two of my great grandfathers worked there. I hope she comes back sometime. There's quite a few people that I havent heard from sicne I got back yet.

some of the oldies-but-goodies are gone. muse-rider is still around, but not posting much. been meaning to PM her.

o/c, there's some lizards that will die in the lounge. they're still ignoring me, and i feel very good about that.


mara was a very special person. DU not the same w/ her gone. i cd prbly locate her if i tried, (i still have some resources) but don't want to stalk. just hope she's content.

there was some thread about Kansas or something. I think she's doing good probably, I wasn't planning to come abck but I thought why the hell not, though I want to be more low profile, yeah I have noticed a lot of people are gone and a lotta new people. Yeah there a lot of people who I feel the board is not the same without, its hard to think of names right now but there are many.

Opening boxes in anger gave me six stitches after slicing my knee open. That was fun trying to keep wound closed while driving to a clinic in a new town.

bet that stung...

It really did when I had to explain such unintentional self-destuctiveness to the doctor. Ah well, I'm a lot less tempermental these days, age bringing mellowness...

And it's really tough to write Mario with a steak knife.....

Oh yeah... and cigarette burns..... feet, hands, arms, chest...... my nephew thinks the scars are cool. I'm beginning to think Khash better learn how to say no.......


Khash.

your profile's disabled, but i'd drawn the conclusion that you were lesbian. "mario" wd seem to indicate a male.

glad to make your aquaintance, anyhow, khash! :hi:

Ok... I'm a gay man. I just think girls are interesting.....


Nice to meet you too :)


Khash.

but i like your style, y your orientation/gender doesn't matter to me.

On my stomach, with a hot water bottle.

to THAT story...:D

You want details *now*? :evilgrin:

that's scared of the tampon aisle, but not 1 to intrude, either.

my utmost sympathy, really! thank yahweh i don't have to deal w/ that. guys are wussies compared to what they expect women to endure!

standing directly behind the buff neighbor girl and making fun of her just before she took a swing at a ball with a bat. 13 stitches. I was 6 yrs old. Made me scared of anything flying toward me for years - I was terrible at catching balls, playing frisbee, even jump-roping. Ruined my career as first woman to make it in the majors. Up until that moment I had my heart set on being in leftfield for the Brewers.

physical y emotional scarring. kleeb (posting above) is a hugh baseball fan!!!i'm series111!!

fracture on my arm. Scars pretty much everywhere.

figured you for an adventurous soul! no bits of metal from khe san, i hope. i made it back w/ a couple of tripflare burns y malaria, but cdve been worse, heh?

but few serious physical wounds. There was the one time the 101st attacked our bar downtown, but we came out okay.

from back there, but there was some good dinkydau time, too.

your mention of your runin w/ the screaming eagles reminds me of an episode we had w/ some MPs attached to the big red 1 on 1 of the michelin plantations; but the story reflects very badly on me, so i'll keep quiet about it!:blush:

Lots of scars on my legs, mostly from riding and racing bicycles in my youth. One right above my eye from when I cut it on chicken wire in the first grade. One on my ring finger(now partially covered with wedding ring) that when I got cut(from shattered glass on a video game) I could see to the bone, kinda cool.

My thing has always been to slice myself open. Which is OK with me, better than a buddy of mine whose thing was breaking bones. Rather have stiches over broken bones anytime.

For example, he and I got into a wreck one time, flew off the road into a tree. I ask how he is, "Oh, not bad, I think I broke my wrist and cracked a couple of ribs, you?" "Oh, alright, I don't think I'll need anything more than about thirty stiches" Wound up being forty, but hey, still not that bad. That's just the way our lives and injuries went. He now carries around about five pounds of various pieces of surgical steel, me, I carry around a few dozen scars:shrug:

tend to ache as you age. i have broken surprisingly few, but those few def tell me when it's going to rain.

I've only broken a collarbone and a couple of toes, nothing major. But still my knees ache from years of abuse, basketball and bike racing apparently does it to you every time.

Yeah, it sucks getting old in some ways. I love the whole wisdom part, and I can still do everything I did as a kid. Trouble is that I start to stiffen up badly once I get done, and it takes longer to recover.

Oh well, it is better than the alternative.

Once!

:scared:

funny that they use vegetables to represent an extended fertility cult, but xians aren't deep enough to get the irony.

She was standing outside the car door saying goodbye to the driver (she was just getting back from cheerleading practice) and then said "Bye!" and slammed the door....right into the side of her face...Almost 20 years later she still has to cover up the scar with makeup.

I got lots of mileage out of that one. Out of nowhere meeting some new boyfriend of hers "Did she tell you about the time she slammed her own face in car door?"

and I thought I was bad with chipping a bone in my nose with a car door..

sounds painful AND humiliating! good ragging material!

I mean she wasn't dumb. She was a smart girl. National Honor Society. President of her Class. AP and Honors classes, etc...but when you slam your own face in a car door you're just asking for jokes about your intelligence, which I was not hesitant about using. ;)

the copy cat has more posts than my original. :P

when I was about 10 we had a hatchback car and were cleaning the back of it out in preparation for going to the drive in. I was carrying a bunch of stuff down to the dumpster and dropped something, reached down to pick it up and then felt something going down my leg. Looked down and my leg was covered with blood. Obviously something I was carrying had sliced me but it had to of been razor sharp because I didn't feel the cut. Screamed for my mom, she grabbed a towel to stop the bleeding and took me to the minor emergency clinic. The stupid doctor put 14 stitches in a cut that should have had about 7 at most, because they charged by the stitch. Now I have this stupid scar on my leg that looks like a centipied because it never healed right. :mad:

most of my c-cats are so lame they're very unsuccesful.

BTW, scars on ladies can be VERY hot; adds character y balances out their fuzzy-niceness. you shd post a foto someX.

not all of mine are self-induced y most are ugly, but i'm lucky to have very few on my face.

I have a bullet hole on my upper right chest(the exit wound is on my middle left back down lower.), I have a surgery scar that goes from my right pec around my side and onto my back and then up to underneath my right shoulder blade (from the before shooting.) I have two chest tube scares on my lower right side (from the before shooting). I have my stump from losing my leg to a bone infection. I have a scar on my left forearm from where I stopped a friend from killing himself and he stabbed me in the arm. I have a scar on my left index finger from cutting my finger to the bone. I have a scar between my right index finger and middle finger from when I punched a guy with glasses and they broke and stuck in my hand. I have another scar on my right index finger where my younger cousin stuck a skinning knife while we were skinning a deer.

That is just a few of my scars.

gee, are you trying to win this thread? I could give you a bit of competition but I don't really want to get into it.

a few things though...

-coincidentally, I have a small scar on the back of my hand between my LEFT index finger and middle finger from when my oldest son was in his little walker. I knew those things are dangerous if you have stairs around and he was headed down a one step doorway which probably wouldn't have amounted to much other than him getting stuck and scared but I jumped and cut myself on a sharp wooden corner to stop him from going over the edge.

-I wish I could have stopped my friend from killing himself but it's kinda hard when you're a couple thousand miles apart. :cry: I hope your friend is ok now... and you too.

-stay away from people with knives and guns, wouldya? :hug:

-TAG. you're it.

i've had two partners 86 themselves over the years. one in Nam; rested his forehead on the muzzle of his M16 y thumbed the trigger, i was around a bend in the trail about 10 mikes away. never cd figure out what prompted him.

2nd was an agent in DC. i was out of town, supposed to meet him when i got back that night. flight was delayed y he didn't show. found out next day he'd aimed his personal car at a bridge on I495 doing 95 mph, y capped his temple w/ his off-duty piece just before impact. i was ordered not to attend his funeral, but went anyway.

i'm not certain, but i think the agency had found out he was bi y was going to force him out over it.

very sad to lose a friend that way. 1 of those damn memories that creeps back when you can't sleep @ 2:AM...

and i'm sorry about your partners. The one in Nam... you couldn't figure out what prompted him but... it was war... everything may have just heaped up into one moment.

Actually, I've had 2 friends kill themselves. The first was drunk and just 20 years old. It was a huge shock to his family and friends when he hung himself in a tree. No one knew the depth of his despair until afterwards, piecing together different parts of his life. The brother he was especially close to drank himself to death for the next 25 years. And he died a year ago today of organ failure following his alcoholic liver disease.

But, the friend I spoke of in my message suffered from mental illness for most of his life. Counseling helped and some drugs helped, but never well enough. In spite of everything, the illness worsened and his head was unbearable to him at times. During the times he was well, he moved around the country a lot. We stayed in phone contact and...it's a long story but a minister took him in during his last days. He was a gentle soul and always just looking for some peace. I'll love him and miss him always.
Whenever I hear or read about new medicines for psychoses I always wonder if that would have been the one that helped him... but he just couldn't hang on.

peace to you, jukes.

:toast:

:P

jeez, i thought my life was interesting, but i'm intact compared to you!

this thread is self-inflicted scarring, though, so your bullet wound prbly doesn't count. for the record, i do have scars across the base of all four of my left fingers where i missed an eagle-claw block on some mope's knife-swipe. his 2nd swipe left a 1.5 inch scar on my left rib cage, but luckily he was an amateur and stabbed; the point of the knife lodged in the rib so the damage was superficial. i was assigned to narcotics at the time y only had a cheap gravity-knife myself, but was able to dissuade him from further attacks.

still, i think you've got better stories than me.

if i remember correctly, you have an LE background, too, don't you?

I went to college for Criminal Justice, but I work in internet.

well, you've def been around the block, though!!

i'll lift a glass to our continued survival!

:toast:

:toast:

I was out on the town with some good friends, and we all had a few too many martinis. I never worry about drinking and driving because I don't have a car, and a cab is always nearby. Well, on that evening, we actually did have a designated driver who offered to drive me home. I tripped over myself after I opened the car door and smashed my forehead on the edge of the door. Everyone saw me fall, but no one seemed to notice the gash in my forehead. When I got home and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, I was like, "WTF?"

I now sport a small star-shaped scar right between my eyebrows. When I showed up at work on the next Monday, I told everyone that the scar (well, actually it was a scab at that point...), "That is where Lord Voldemort tried to kill me!"

excellent excuse.

being drunk does dull the pain, but has caused most of us a blemish or 2!

With my upper lip when I was five. Split all the way up to my nose. They needed a plastic surgeon to repair it. Also, broke a collar bone on impact, but they never knew until it was nearly healed.

My fault by the way.

surprised you were able to climb on a bike after that, but your nick proclaims your courage!

:thumbsup:

circular finger scar.

my left knee has seen 20 years of skateboarding and now mountainbiking.
I always hit left knee first.

janet jackson made them SO trendy!

I was in an accident once and bit my lower lip all the way through. There was nerve damage and I have had a slight speech impediment ever since.

are common in accidents; apparently VERY painful & disabling. hope your speech is not a major problem.