It is often said that the worst pain one can experience in life, is stubbing one’s toe. The sensation of raging fire coursing it’s way up every nerve fibre from the most distal of body segments, unleashing a gamut of neuropeptides and igniting untold numbers of synapses, is incomparable.
But it doesn’t stop there.
That sensation combined with the incredible Hulk rage that accompanies this event makes for a truly surreal experience. The irrational desire to cause grievous harm and damage to any nearby and unsuspecting inanimate object, is only overshadowed by the even greater, even more irrational, desire to cause grievous bodily damage to any nearby body.
That is…Until one forgets their neatly partitioned-in-tupperware leftovers on the kitchen counter only to notice it the next day.
As always, life is the greatest teacher and there are lessons all around.
And as such, I stand corrected, a humble student of life.
That becomes the worst pain. That unleashes the worst rage.
And now, much like those heroic little kittens, from that long ago fable, who lost their mittens, I shall have no pie.
Or more specifically in my case, I shall have no mouth-watering butter chicken from a plastic container.