Wrathbone wrote: ↑Tue Mar 30, 2021 7:42 am
Any TV or film scene where someone has to swear an oath and they slice right across their palm like a madman. If you really feel the need to make a blood oath, which is weird in itself, make a cut somewhere unimportant like the back of your arm. But no, it's always "I pledge my sword to your cause, which I can no longer hold for a couple of weeks..."
I had a tiny cut on the back of my knuckle a while back and that was a right nuisance. I can't even imagine how annoying a massive gash across your palm would be as it healed, not least because you stupidly chose to do it to yourself. No wonder all these heroic types are all sullen and brooding - they're in constant, self-inflicted discomfort!
It always amazes me how a hangnail or small cut on a finger or hand seems to bump into gd everything - just makes me realize how often every part of our hands touch anything and everything.
Funny story I have about a large cut on my palm. I worked at a golf range way back in the day. One morning I was attaching the "golf ball picker-upper" to the front of the golf cart and ended up smashing a significant portion of my left palm - like, across the skin of the palm, smushed into itself, which then busted open. A very strange traumatic injury which oddly didn't hurt that much at first. I sat down in the golf cart, felt myself starting to pass out, and had just enough time to make sure the parking brake was set. Next thing I knew, I found myself laying on my right side, and as I sat up I not only couldn't feel my right arm, which had been stuck under my body, but I couldn't hear. I also didn't know who I was. I had some strange temporary amnesia, it felt like I was being reborn. Light was extra bright. I didn't know where I was. My first thought, trying to understand what had happened, was that I'd been shot. I had laid there long enough to make my arm go completely numb. I have no idea how long I was passed out, and I was the only one there, pre-morning, before opening, so no witnesses and no sense of time.
And that sliced up palm hurt for days and days. I still have a scar underneath, over thirty years later.