I love how this story has got no helpful comments at all, just "that reminds me of..." followed by a deviation from the topic. So I'll follow suit.
This reminds me of a strange, mildly amusing anecdote. It'll probably bore you, but feel free to read it. That's what it's here for.
I had a psychology teacher once, and she was fucking terrified of wrists. I'm being totally serious. Show her your wrists and she'd seriously freak out. She'd sometimes forget to set homework after that as well, so you can imagine how most lessons ended. Anyway, eventually she went to see someone at a phobia clinic about it, and it got totally sorted. In a matter of weeks, absolutely fine. No wrist issues at all. She even went off and covered her wrists in tattoos, as a reminder not to be afraid of them any more, which I thought was great.
Is it normal that my own wrists piss me off?
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I love how this story has got no helpful comments at all, just "that reminds me of..." followed by a deviation from the topic. So I'll follow suit.
This reminds me of a strange, mildly amusing anecdote. It'll probably bore you, but feel free to read it. That's what it's here for.
I had a psychology teacher once, and she was fucking terrified of wrists. I'm being totally serious. Show her your wrists and she'd seriously freak out. She'd sometimes forget to set homework after that as well, so you can imagine how most lessons ended. Anyway, eventually she went to see someone at a phobia clinic about it, and it got totally sorted. In a matter of weeks, absolutely fine. No wrist issues at all. She even went off and covered her wrists in tattoos, as a reminder not to be afraid of them any more, which I thought was great.