You ever injure some random part of your body, then become involuntarily and intensely aware of how much you use that part in daily living?
I creamed my forehead last night. Stood up into the corner of a shelf on the wall. Normally there’s a couch there, so I’ve never trained myself to be careful of that sadistic space.
It slammed my teeth together, and for a while that hurt as much as the obvious injury (thank God my tongue wasn’t in the way). But now it’s just the forehead.
I joked with Jay that the red stripe is a nouveau bindi.