Colombus Day

something that i still have since elementary school is the mound of hardened skin on the last knuckle of the fourth finger on my right hand, which is from years of writing day after day with ultra-rough pencil tips rubbing up against it mercilessly.

i don't know if everyone has it, because i think i held my pencils differently from all of the other boys and girls.

this is how i have always held my pencil. it is the reason for my knub of skin on the last knuckle of my fourth finger on my right hand.



the knub used to be a lot more pronounced. i guess because my use of traditional wooden pencils has scaled off, in almost parabolic fashion (!). i only really write with pens anymore. pens tend not to chafe.

maybe in another twenty years, it will be like a normal, everyday sort of knuckle. ununique in all kinds of ways. how terribly ordinary.

this is the new sort of blog entries i will make.