I was reading about a certain muscular disorder the other day. So there was this girl, who had a peculiar tissue-issue in her muscles and could not feel pain.
Interesting and tempting as it is, she was completely oblivious to the entire concept. She had absolutely no idea what does it feel to be in pain. You could throw her in fire and expect her to walk out smiling. You could slap her like you want to kill her, but she'd still be friends with you and feed you when required.
I thought it made her life easier. I was reminded of all the times i have been in excruciating pain, which haven't been rare. I mean, just look at her! She could ram her bike into a wall, break about 148 bones in her body and still be alright! Nothing has made me more jealous than that.
But then, I read further and i realized, the poor girl had just a miserable life as everyone else. Her misery was different though.
Every morning she'd wake up in fear. What if she had scratched herself in the night? She'd not have known if she would have done something really really terribly painful to herself in sleep.
If she would jam her tiny toe to a bedpost, she might get a hairline fracture and not even know until the bone cracks open of some infection. She'd not realize if she has a cancerous lump in her body. All of that and more, because it doesn't pain. Nothing does.
That reminds me of someone.
However, then was when I realized that though painful, pain is necessary.
All of a sudden my masochism made sense. All of a sudden the desire to get hurt did not seem insane anymore.
I've been searching for a way to make peace with the above for sometime. And I guess I found it.
Its weird how you love a few things and you know not why. Then comes the welcome breeze of change which might not give you a reason, but a justification. And for the want of logic, i choose to cling to the reason like a parasite.
Life did, for once, make sense, eh?
See you around.
Interesting and tempting as it is, she was completely oblivious to the entire concept. She had absolutely no idea what does it feel to be in pain. You could throw her in fire and expect her to walk out smiling. You could slap her like you want to kill her, but she'd still be friends with you and feed you when required.
I thought it made her life easier. I was reminded of all the times i have been in excruciating pain, which haven't been rare. I mean, just look at her! She could ram her bike into a wall, break about 148 bones in her body and still be alright! Nothing has made me more jealous than that.
But then, I read further and i realized, the poor girl had just a miserable life as everyone else. Her misery was different though.
Every morning she'd wake up in fear. What if she had scratched herself in the night? She'd not have known if she would have done something really really terribly painful to herself in sleep.
If she would jam her tiny toe to a bedpost, she might get a hairline fracture and not even know until the bone cracks open of some infection. She'd not realize if she has a cancerous lump in her body. All of that and more, because it doesn't pain. Nothing does.
That reminds me of someone.
However, then was when I realized that though painful, pain is necessary.
All of a sudden my masochism made sense. All of a sudden the desire to get hurt did not seem insane anymore.
I've been searching for a way to make peace with the above for sometime. And I guess I found it.
Its weird how you love a few things and you know not why. Then comes the welcome breeze of change which might not give you a reason, but a justification. And for the want of logic, i choose to cling to the reason like a parasite.
Life did, for once, make sense, eh?
See you around.
