Hands

as i sit here in the early hours of my work schedule, i think about all that needs doing...all that needs to be done. i think of the purposelessness of writing sheer babble...drivel...banter. alas, i care not. i work in a job that demands 5% of my brain-power. i work in an open field with a wall and my job is to get to the other side of that wall. i spend my days walking around the wall, backwards even, so that i can get a glimpse of my coworkers feverishly tying knots and splicing together crude segments of rope using whale bones from a kill they made in order to splice rope. i just don't understand it. i don't understand all the fuss, the commotion. i remember being a small child, or even a teenager, and looking at adults as if they somehow had it all together...as if they represented accomplishment and ingenuity. now that i'm an adult, i look around me and realize 90% of these people are retarded.

i digress.

i come here to discuss hands. women's hands. the thought crossed my mind the other day as i was sitting in traffic, and i realized what a difference a woman's hands can be. now, there are a number of misconceptions women have about what makes women beautiful. many a time, you'll see a woman sporting 2 pounds of clown paint on her face, zebra stripes in her hair, and burnt skin nothing shy of an overgrilled ballpark hot dog. yuck. worse yet, there is a demographic of men that cater to this particular look, perpetuating its existence. perhaps this is a subject for another discussion.

i speak today regarding the delicacy of a woman's hands. chances are, if you are into the women i mentioned above, or you love the short, prepubescent-looking girls, you'll have no idea what i'm talking about. when you experience a woman's sleek, thin, and delicate hands, there is no comparison. the long, sloping fingers. the aerodynamic shape. the gentle curves. i can imagine those hands running through my hair and i get goose bumps!

on the contrary, if you've been wading through landfills, you probably spend quite a bit of time with pudgy, bloated looking hands with half-crusted orange nail polish falling off the ends of her fat, sausage like fingers. these are the hands that look like the top of a mcdonald's hamburger bun that's been sitting too long in the heater...a soggy, bloated bun with 5 lil' smokies shoved into it. next time you are getting some lovin', take a moment and analyze the woman you're with. does she have hamburger bun/lil smokies hands? do her fat fingers smudge your face when she's trying to be delicate? does she bat at your face with her chubby paws when she's trying to be romantic?