Sunday, September 12, 2010

Growths

I can remember being incredibly self-conscious about them, hiding them in my pockets and under books or bags. The kids at school never said anything to my face, but I knew they were laughing behind my back.

I remember asking my parents to take me to the doctor to get them checked out. The growths on my hands seemed to be the elephant in the room back then, since they'd just say I was fine and change the subject...but I knew better.

I had tried to remove them as a child, but to no avail. I tried scissors, knives, potato peelers...trying to cut or scrape them off was always a lost cause because I couldn't continue once the pain kicked in.

....but today was different. It's amazing how numb you can get with a couple of tourniquets and a bottle of Jack Daniels. I was originally planning to use a sharp knife, but I figured that trying to slice through the tough flesh of the growths would be to arduous in my drunken state. I opted for the slightly more technological plan B.

I had to hurry, though. I was already pretty light-headed and was starting to feel dizzy. My hands and forearms, nearly blue from the lack of circulation, couldn't wait much longer. The whirring of the blender helped to put me in a sort of trance - ready to do what I had wanted to do since I first looked down at my strange deformities.

I shoved my left hand in first. The immediate sensation of sharp blades slicing through flesh was jarring, but I was surprised at how well the alcohol was working; I expected it to hurt more. I could hear the sharp metal churning and cutting, working perfectly as planned. I pressed my hands down harder. All those bad memories, all of the embarrassment - all of those horrible things were now nothing more than a thick red pulp.

Breaking from the feelings of ecstasy, I pulled out before the blades hit knuckle. I smiled, taking a good look at my new hand. As for the growths...well, five down and five to go.

30 comments:

  1. I use my growths to type.

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    1. I use my growths for everything.

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    2. Watching My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic gives me a single, throbbing growth. Especially when Scootaloo (an orange child pony with purple hair) is on-screen. Oh my fap, she is hot. I wish she had a brother so I could write some wincest scenes with them in my fanfictions. Sadly, her getting molested by Rainbow Dash and Granny Smith has to do for now. I'm also sad because only fifteen of my stories have been featured on Equestria Daily! Biased bastards...

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    3. Wait a pony...I can just CREATE a brother with whom Scootaloo can have sibling sex! (lawl alliteration) What should the name of this new OC be, everypony?!?!?!!??! I'm thinking Thrustaloo. See, Scootaloo "scoots" her ass towards her brother while Thrustaloo "thrusts" his pony cock into her anus!!!! Thoughts? Praises?

      I'm so GLAD I'm part of this community of bronies. *tear* See how by joining this WONDERFUL community, I am all creative and thoughtful and GENEROUS? I used to not write fanfiction that much, but when I would try my hand at creating stories based on my most beloved characters, I used to get HORRIBLE CRITICISM for it, getting UNFOUNDED and UNfair comments like:

      "This wasn't that good, you need to work on your character development."

      "Why is everyone in this story into anal sex? It's...weird."

      "u suk!!!"

      "Dude...are you okay?"

      "lolwut"

      And many more meanie-pants-esque comments.


      That was the cruel past of my fanfiction writing days, but these...these bronies man...they really gave me support on my writing skills and I am the AWESOME fanfic writer before you all today! Man, I'm so happy that I've become so talented I could just...could just...donate hundreds of dollars of Mom's and Dad's money to support various projects and charities!!

      ...except for that Kiki girl Tara Strong keeps tweeting about. Hey cancer, you can have that overexposed little famewhore.

      We're so generous. Especially me. When my parents have money, that is.

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  2. But how will he get rid of the ones on his feet now?! D:>

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  3. I don't get it. He cut off his fingers? How could you have concluded with that?

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  4. Wait. What I meant to ask was, how could you have come to that conclusion? (asking the two posters above me) I just thought he had five growths.

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  5. Because he pulled his hands out before the blades got to his knuckles.

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  6. Ok. The growths were coming out of his knuckles. I'm just saying that's what I imagined happening... It wasn't until I read the comments I even considered it was his fingers.

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  7. How did he operate the blender after he cut off his "growths"?

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  8. I'm pretty sure they're his fingernails.

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  9. There's actually a psychiatric disorder that makes a person see a bodypart as being "wrong" and try to cut it off. Fingers, hands, whole limbs... Though afterwards they report feeling "complete", like that was how their body was supposed to be, and they can live (relatively) normal lives.

    tl;dr Story based on actual events.

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  10. I lol'd so fucking hard!

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  11. Congratulation. You've successfully mindraped me. I could tell it was their fingers as soon as they said "Well five down, five to go." That made it obvious... and quite threatening to my cognitive virginity.

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  12. oh, I totally called that one way before I got to the end.

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  13. Oh thank god, for a second i thought he ment his nuts LOL

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  14. :O
    What the hell is with the commments above me!
    ABANDON THREAD!

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  15. I guessed fingers on like the second paragraph.

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  16. Pull out, my brain already had an orgasm.

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  17. OHOHO WHAT IS THIS

    I almost giggled my tits off, I'm so giddy - I wrote this!

    Yes, they are his fingers, and this comment:

    Anonymous said...

    There's actually a psychiatric disorder that makes a person see a bodypart as being "wrong" and try to cut it off. Fingers, hands, whole limbs... Though afterwards they report feeling "complete", like that was how their body was supposed to be, and they can live (relatively) normal lives.

    tl;dr Story based on actual events.
    September 18, 2010 5:05 PM

    Is completely right.

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    1. OH MY GAWD YOU HAVE TITS, are you female or fat male!?!!?!

      Either way, show me show me show me

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  18. OH MAH GAWD.

    Why didn't his parents tell him he was supposed to have those?

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  19. "Little Johnny, those are your fingers. Just like the ones EVERY PERSON YOU KNOW has." Dumbass.

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  20. the comments above me made my day.

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  21. The disorder is called Apotemnophilia in case anyone was wondering. It's actually really interesting psychologically.

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  22. Okay, the anon with the whole "Why didn't they tell him?" They did.

    "[. . . ]they'd just say I was fine and change the subject."

    He was psychologically unable to understand that there was nothing physically wrong with him. Psychological problems affect how one's brain perceives the world. How we perceive the world affects what we believe is "true". Therefore, if the narrator thought he was ill, there was nothing anyone could say to make that any less true for him. The perspective is hard for someone with a "normal" brain to wrap their mind around, because it is a fundamental difference from what we consider "human."

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    1. ""normal" brain"? I understand what you mean by that, but please understand that African Americans might still be offended.

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  23. Then why was he made fun of for having fingers?

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  24. To above:

    It is quite possible that he convinced himself that they were. The character believed that his fingers were unseemly and did not belong, so he convinced himself that others believed the same thing.
    Think back to the time you were a teenager, just beginning to experience acne breakouts (presuming that you are an adult) When you went to school or out in public, what was one of your biggest fears? For most ,myself included, it was that their acne would be noticed and either commented on or used to make fun of them. Did you not feel a twinge of panic while walking down a hall and spotting a group whispering together,becoming convinced that they were talking about you?
    It is quite possible that the character had these same feelings, only concerning his fingers rather then acne.

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