Prints

I pinched a chunk of my middle finger out  trying to use my blow drier, connecting a stubborn attachment. I did a little pain dance and sucked on it and wondered what I would do about sanitation if I was in a real salon and then moved on. 

Over the next few days, I've been putting "new skin" on the wound, which is a sort of nail-polish-y yellow protective coating that is leprous-looking when it starts peeling off. The last time it peeled off, I studied the wound. 

I had been kind of excited about getting it because it was deep and I thought I would have this enigmatic fingerprint that had a blank spot in it. I have one finger already that has a wierd blank spot on the middle with dots instead of lines and think it's so cool how easy it would be for the cops to catch me if I committed a sloppy crime. 

Upon studying the wound, however, I could see LINES (!) emerging on the lower layers of my skin. Gosh!

I remember watching NCIS once and learning that if you poke a lot of holes in your fingertips you can burn the prints off by setting them in pineapple juice : "a very painful process," says dr. Ducky. 

I'm not about to do that because I'm not after anonymity - I just have a preoccupation with uniqueness. 

I am so obsessed with the idea of having "special" fingerprints, fingerprints that set me apart from everybody else, that I'm glad the blow dryer ate the pad of my finger. 

The funny thing I just realized is that my fingerprints are actually already different from everyone else's anyway!