It takes me longer than most people to leave my house. I can't really explain why, except that I find things that I think I need to do. Like today. For about three whole minutes I stared at my forearms in the full-length mirror wondering if they had always been quite so veiny. This was prompted, I am sure, by pal Josh's comment when he, his wife, and new baby were visiting last weekend.
"Good lord," he exclaimed. "Are you rock climbing now? Your forearms were never that big in college."
It'd be cool to be a rock climber. But I am not. I like to lift a weight or two now and then, but nothing that should make me look like Popeye.
So, all week I've been contemplating the forearms. Trying to detect any unusual sensations. Comparing them with the upper arm. Making sure everything is proportionate. Mostly, they seem normal to me.
But then, today, I noticed the veins. In just the right light, they seem extra blue and pop-out-ish. I certainly don't need something else to obsess over when I should be getting myself out of the house and into the world. But that won't stop me. I will think about the veins all week until some other perceived deformity takes their place in my mind.
I am open to suggestions.
6 comments:
I always laugh out loud when I read your blogs. You brighten up my day!
Love ya,
Mandy
i say put them to use! Join the rock climbing gym with me!
Hey Jessie, I didn't want to mention it, but I've always had a weird thing with your feet -- the toenails are prettily painted, but you've got some protruding bones in bizarre places. I still love the eyebrows. ; )
I was going to mention that at least now you can obsess about forearms instead of eyebrows ...
the veins on my hands seem to be especially bulbous, now that i look at them. this is unsettling.
I blame the protruding bones in the feet on running and the veins in the forearms on typing a thesis. So hard to be me, I guess.
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