on the bathroom floor

I wonder what made us into creatures that only know how to think of the worse that everyone can be and refuse to accept that people can actually, really, truly, sincerely be good at heart. If we all start as coke cans then we are all dented, inflated and the bend scars are left behind. My mom is a scar radar in that case. I'd prefer to think that some people are actually trustworthy and there is good on this earth, but she twists everything around and soon, everyone you look at is evil. Can't we just accept that some people are really sincere with no ulterior motives?

I got a nerve shock on the third finger off my left hand while practicing the guitar yesterday. It was like a sudden electric shock that trailed through my arm. I checked the internet, and thank goodness other people have had this before, probably from exerting too much pressure. I guess my technique is wrong and I should relax more. Now, I'll have to wait for it to heal on it's own but who knows how long it'll take? Everytime my third finger touches anything I get an 'electric shock' and I have to do everything with to contact whatsoever to my third finger. Even brushing my hair aside hurts. Well, I guess it's a lesson I have to learn.