The Littlest One

I had no idea how much I really needed my pinky for, until yesterday and today, when I’ve sliced it. Strangely enough, I was watching a video from Reddit, where a guy makes a whole new hand for himself, after the insurance companies deemed that it was not essential for him to have fingers. Anyway, he made a whole hand, and today, I feel like I need that again. I would like to have my pinky back please.

  • The bandages do come off tomorrow, but for the sake of keeping things safe, I honestly feel like leaving them on for another day. Knowing me, I’ll probably hurt myself somehow somewhere. Or bump into my pinky in some way.

That’s also where my mind is at right now. How do I consider the “weakest part” of my hands? Am I aware of what is affecting it, and do I do anything to help it get better in anyway?

In that same sense, where in the current scheme of the world, we care a lot for the under privileged, and we want to help the poor. But while we are doing all this, it feels like there are other parts of society that are breaking down in a big way. There are other things that have taken priority, and it feels like we should really take some time to rethink how we are doing what we are doing. We’re not really caring for the smallest, littlest guys around.

Which also means we need to take a reassessment of what the smallest and weakest things are right now.

Maybe that should be a zine that I should write about sometime soon.


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