ok, raj, here's what you're gonna do

it is a well-known and important fact that things aren't always what they seem. for instance, on planet earth, men have long thought of themselves as the most intelligent species of all, instead of the THIRD most intelligent species. the second most intelligent species is of course the dolphins, which have long known of the impending destruction of planet earth.

it is in fact quite amazing that one small incident, though deep and painful, can bring you to realize a lot of obvious things about yourself that you've never realized before. the deep cut i got from the mano-a-mano fight with the can of corned beef rendered the index finger of my right hand useless for about a week, and i was quite amazed that even after the bandaged was taken off, it was still quite useless.

there is an old theory that said that there are things that once you learned how to, you'll never forget. these are the kind of things that you learned either when you were little, or through a long and painstaking effort, and as a result, is stored forever in your long-term memory. things like swimming, or walking, or riding a bicycle. there are some things, however, to which this theory does not quite apply. for instance: typing, holding chopsticks, writing, mouse-clicking, and ass-scratching.

i should probably rephrase that; it is not forgetting, but more of re-learning. after a week of temporarily assigning the duties of my index finger to my middle finger. i found myself having trouble using the index finger. it almost felt like having an eleventh popping out of nowhere and guilt trip took place when it wasn't being used.

i have lived for eight days with my index finger sticking out like a sore thumb in most of the things i do. i have lived eight days holding the moving stick of a pair of chopsticks with my thumb and middle finger. i have lived eight days letting my middle finger deal with Y U H J B N M I K and , on my keyboard. i have lived eight days holding a spoon with my index finger sticking out and being constantly asked what i've been pointing at the whole time. i have lived for eight days picking things up with my thumb and middle finger. i have lived eight days clicking the left button of my mouse using my middle finger. i have lived eight weeks holding a pencil, writing, and drawing with my index finger sticking out and being constantly asked what i've been pointing at the whole entire time. i have lived eight days being constantly asked if i have any questions in the class because my index finger is sticking out. i have lived eight days scratching my ass using only middle and ring fingers. i have lived eight days with this index finger acting like a deadweight. i think by now i would know how it would feel to have a penis that would not erect.

now the finger has healed, but i still can't use it.

everytime i do the things mentioned above, i have to specifically order myself to use the darn finger. i can not use it subconsciously like i have always done in the past twenty-one years and two months. i need to re-learn how to use something that i have always been using for twenty-one years and two months, only because i stopped using it for eight days. this is P-tarded.

if you don't believe me, try it. wrap a bandage on your index finger tightly, and don't use it for eight days. change the bandage, of course, otherwise it would get nasty, but see for yourself after eight days whether or not you're having trouble using the index finger.

i guess the old saying is correct: it takes years to build something, but it only takes a day to destroy it.

again, proverbs, cliches, and stereotypes exist for a reason, and that is because they are true and their occurrences have been constantly observed in this universe since it first existed.