One of my least favorite things is the mystery cut. I also don’t like the mystery bruise very much.
A couple of days ago, I was hanging a few pictures on the wall (as opposed to, say, on the ceiling.) Afterwards, I sat back down at the computer to check my email and noticed an odd pain in my right hand. I looked down and there was a cut, plain as day! How’d it get there? Who knows?
I think mystery bruises are just as bad, although for me they haven’t happened in years. And they tend to be a “wake up, get a bruise” kind of thing.
It’d be nice, though, if our brains could remember everything – including why these things happen, and where the heck I put my wallet.
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