Scars

People are fascinating things. I can amuse myself for hours just sitting here and making my boyfriend do fishy faces. of course, me being ADD really doesnt help that. I can also just sit and closely examine his hands and arms, and ask him about every scar (he's got quite a few, one was from where his brother's bed attacked him). and i'll just sit and listen to him ramble about it. i like his voice. it's soothing. he's easily amused too. (i swear he has ADHD, he gets too hyper too easily. Imagine how f***ed up our kids are gonna be.) but, like i was saying, ill just look and listen. i do that with really close friends too, like my ex (the one that was in the army) he's got a LOT of scars, a few from a couple of hunting accidents, one from being accidentally stabbed in the same arm, etc. he cant even barely feel that arm anymore. it's odd....i have many scars too. but the ones that should be on my arms have healed for the most part. (i have like one that's still there). Scars (or what happened to cause the wounds to cause the scars ) help make us into who we are. For instance, the one on my hand helped me to learn that breaking (or attempting to) on gravel is not a good idea. i fell into a big pile of gravel. i was able to pull the "meat" out of my hand almost til it healed. it was kinda gross. another, i got when i was just under a year old, but my mom has one in that same spot that matches, so it kinda gives me a connection to her that most people dont have to a parent. emotional scars are ones that cause more of an idenity than physical ones. like when someone breaks you're heart, or the death of a loved one, always leave a mark on your mind/soul. these type of things change and shape and mold you into the person that you turn out to be in the end.