They're back. Finally, after a 14 year hiatus the calluses on the fingertips of my left hand have reappeared...and I couldnt' be more elated. Admittedly it does seem a bit unusual to be excited over something that most normal people would consider an annoyance or a "blemish." Something that should be immediately picked/filed off and treated with incessant applications of hand lotion (preferrably something that doesn't smell like a field of pansies....which could cause people to confuse me with one) until the smooth "normal" skin underneath has resurfaced. To a musician however (or aspiring musician in my case) those patches of hardened skin are something to take pride in. They indicate that I have been persistently mashing my sensitive fingertips against six cold hard steel strings, ignoring the cries of pain and derisive heckling that they've been shouting back at me...
"Why are you doing this to us? Don't you know how much this hurts?!!! Look at the indentations those freaking strings are leaving in us once you let go! This is not normal!! Are you a masochist or something??? Are you hearing us??? Are you hearing yourself?! You SUCK! Why put yourself through this again? It's not worth it! You couldn't do it when you were 10 and you can't do it now! Just stop now and let us heal!"
Sorry fellas. It's gotta be done. I can already hear myself getting better and after a few more weeks you won't even feel the pain. Once I know what I'm doing and you guys are impervious to those vexatious strings, we'll be making beautiful music together...
...I know, that was a lame pun. Get used to it. It's kinda my thing.
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