In the time of nick

If you have ever shaved using a razor blade, be it your face or your legs, chances are at one point or another you may have accidentally nicked yourself. Without going too much into the gory details and grossing people out, it is very likely that there were a lot of blood, and your first instinct may have been to panic slightly. After all, in this biblically oriented society, there is this underlying notion that fluids should remain in the body, and that the expulsion of any fluids is either a cause for alarm, and/or considered unclean.

Needless to say, for those of you have experienced such nicks, you would have probably come to realize that as bad as it may look, a nick is a nick is a nick. A mere abrasion of the epidermal layer resulting in the rupture of skin capillaries at a microscopic level, which in the grand scheme of things is no big deal. That is unless you are on blood thinners, lacking in calcium pectate and/or are an anemic... if that is the case, then seek medical assistance immediately. If not, then... after applying pressure, ice, vaseline and/ or alcohol to the region, you will find that life moves on.

Why am I bringing all this up? Because it has occurred to me that much of the drama in our daily lives is very much like these little nicks we gave ourselves from time to time. First, one must understand that these nicks have a higher probability of happening if your blade is dulled, and your reflexes slow. Similarly, when drama occurs, it is very likely because we are caught unprepared. So, be prepared, sharpen your tools, hone in your skills, and quicken your wit.

Also, in that singular moment when a small inconvenience occur we find our world suddenly narrowed to just that one thing. We become enraptured by the theatrics, so much so that what is in actuality a mere trickle becomes a gushing volcano of molten larva threatening to inundate all else. Due to our lack of preparation or vigilance, our mind is incapable of coming up with a better response other than "Oh my god, I am bleeding, I am bleeding, I am bleeding". You are frozen there, at once fascinated by the fountain of blood that is bursting forth from so small a wound, your entire being transfixed by an exaggerated internal commentary aimed to evoke an even greater emotional response, usually in the form of distress under duress.

There, you are, a dolt- a hopeless, hapless, shivering, whimpering pathetic dolt. And for what?! A nick. The remedies to fixing a nick is simple, as mentioned before... cleanse it with alcohol, apply pressure, ice it, put on some vaseline, and simply let time mend it. Same with those little dramas in life. You can fix it by sterilizing the situation, riding the situation of all unnecessary emotional quotient. Put some effort into it, do what you can, then live it on the back burner for time to resolve it. It's simple, it's easy. Drama is over, back to life.