Magic hands

The teacher next to me is staring intently at the computer screen while she uses her left hand to coax huge startling pops and clicks out of her right. You know that intense feeling of edginess you get whenever you imagine someone running their fingernails down a blackboard? Like you want to run somewhere but you don’t know where. Hairs raised on the nape of your neck and an urge to get the fuck out. I’ve got that now and a part of me wants to flinch every time she pops and crunches her way through another knuckle. Instead I’m just concentrating really, really hard on the wall in front of me and hoping she doesn’t start on her right hand.

If I could see into the future and determine that in five years time she’d get crippling arthritis in that hand, at this exact moment, I wouldn’t care at all. Does that make me a horrible person?

Posted in Rant on Monday February 6, 2006.