I was looking in the mirror the other day and realized I have more scars then skin. I like my scars almost as much as my tattoos, I think it gives me personality. It's like carrying your experiences around with you. The most noticeable scars are the bullet wounds, the slash across my hip, the squirrel bite on my hand, and a burnt patch on my back. What are your scars, and your stories behind them?
I wanna know the story behind your bullet wound, slash on your hip, and what tattoos you have :D
I have a scar on my pinky finger in the shape of a lightning bolt, no one knows where it is from. Also my pinky is really bent on the knuckle and it doesn't work well. Like I can't move it like I can the others, it pops out instead of moving like the rest of the fingers.
I have matching scars on my ankles
I have a scar on my knee from a summer camp
I have stretch marks on my legs and back (don't know if this counts) but I hate them. Oh well, my friend told me "I'm just a tiger that's earned my god dam.ned stripes"
I have stupid scars. :p Like, I have them because I was being stupid.
My left thumb has two, one on the side where I cut it one Christmas with my brand new pocket knife, and one on the pad where I cut it pretty bad on the pumpkin can last Thanksgiving...>.< Stupid scars. But I like 'em anyway. XD
And there's the one on the bottom of my foot from where I cut it on a stupid spinny sprinkler head. >.< That thing bothered me for years, because, shortly after the cut healed, I grew a line of warts over it because the virus had gotten in. Those 30+ warts stayed for over 7 years. *sigh* And then they all disappeared overnight.
And then there are all the scars on my finertips from where I stick needles in 'em all day. And the ones on my thighs from thousands of injections. I don't like these as much because they're also kinda dumb...
One of my brothers has one in his side from where he got a bicycle kickstand and a bunch of gravel stuck in it, another brother has one in his leg where he accidentaly stabbed himself with a fille knife. One of my brothers got a cut under his left eye during a "sword fight" when he was three. And my little sister has the little spot on her forehead from where a big piece of sheetrock fell on her once. She used to always claim it was a toothpaste stain. XD
Maybe aliens abducted you in your sleep and put a tracking device in your pinkie. Just a thought. As for tattoos, I have a celtic cross on my side, a phoenix on my shoulders, an old fashioned pistol that looks like it's coming out of my back pocket, a sunflower on my hip, a leviathan on my lower back that goes up my spine with the words Nihil en terra next to it. I also have irish phrases scattered around; Ionadh aon rud (Surprised by nothing), Ghrian, fola, agus uisce beatha (Sunshine, blood, and whisky), and I also have the word Sundance written in western gothic letters, my best friend got a matching one that says Cassidy. Like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid from the Hole in the Wall gang (:
The slash on my hip is from a week spent in the Berkshire Mountains out in western Mass with a few gallons of water, two knives, a hatchet, and a fire starter. That was an awesome week. I fell down a hill at night and cut myself on something. I have three bullet wounds; one in my left arm that is because someone I was with was messing around with a gun. Don't play with guns by the way. It was a flesh wound, but getting shot hurts. It's worse then getting burnt and stabbed. I was also shot in the left thigh by someone else when they were just holding a gun, another flesh wound. I really wish people would learn how to use the safety. I was shot on purpose only once, and I don't want to get into that, it was in my side and I'm lucky to be alive. I will say that I had to walk into a pub with a beach towel wrapped around my side and ask for some vodka to clean myself up with. What an awful night.
Wow you seem like quite an interesting person. Now I feel all boring and pathetic :P Hahaha just kidding. So not to sound like a creeper, but how old are you? That's seems like a lot to go through just to be a teenager. Then again you are probably older than me and have more life experience. I'm just a youngin hahaha.
I do some dangerous stuff, but I don't usually get scars from them. As long as you don't get hit or fall off, running across train tracks 60 feet over a river doesn't hurt. :p
Hahahaha true that. I don't know I don't do anything particuarly dangerous but I always seem to get scars :P
I'm only 16 lol. I just also happen to be insane and have terrible parents. The way I see it, life is to short to not do crazy things. Then again, half of the situations I get myself in could be avoided if I avoided drugs and alcohol, but whatever, the cycle goes on. My dad was the same way growing up. We both hopped trains as children, climbed buildings, bare knuckle boxed, learned how to handle guns at an early age and defend ourselves. My grandpa was a nut ball, he was involved with the IRA during the border campaign in the late forties, and helped supply ammunitions from America starting in 60's and ending in the 80's. His father was a member of Óglaigh na hÉireann in the Irish Revolution of 1919-1921. My grandpa taught me everything I know, he used to say we have anarchy in our blood or that we had beast blood. Looking back, I continue to realize how crazy my family is.
Hahahahah I have a crazy family too. But not really like that. Yep I'm still a youngin, oh well. I guess you could say I'm mature for my age. So does anyone know what they want to do when they are adults?
Don't get me started. I either want to be an evolutionary zoologist and dig up dinosaur bones, a writer living on an anarchist commune, or a guerilla warrior, lol. How bout you?
My family is nuts, but not my parents so much...
My Granddaddy was in the Navy during WWII. My dad has his billy club. He also made stuff.
My Great Grandfather was a homose.xual pe.dofile.
My aunt is rather nasty...
I have a brother who used to breathe fire in the backyard, and sleep 50 feet up trees.
And then there's me, with a bazillion medical problems and even more hobbies, a strange fatuation with headgear, and a rather constant urge to do something stupid.
Honestly I want to be a forensic scientist, like a CSI agent? Yea it's weird. Everyone either thinks its cool, or its freaking scary. Oh well, I like it.