Cure For Insomnia

Bloodbane had a moment of madness a few weeks ago which prompted him to use the middle finger to express his anger.

Then it occured to Bloodbane that the last time he used the middle finger was many many years before.

He didn’t really know why he’d stopped doing it. Partly, it might be because the gesture have run out of fashion.. Remember years ago when young kids would fan the butts of their classmates while yelling "satay"..? Or when they hit their friend’s genitals and then say "touch and go"?

No, that wasn’t the answer, Bloodbane thought… Then, Bloodbane remembered a certain incident when he was Form 1 or something.

Gah, he was twelve, studying in a public school.

Students really loved the mid finger salute. Bloodbane was probably the one who’s most into this trend, flipping his middles so often he wished he was born without the other four fingers, thinking it’ll make things easier.

He devised a way to write using just the mids, carried things with his mids, etc. IT’S THE ONLY JARI THAT MATTERED, he thought.

The only other thing Bloodbane likes more than his mids was a girl from his class. Actually, no, he still liked his mids more, but only just.

In contrary to popular belief, Bloodbane got along well with this girl. So, Bloodbane has his mids and he’s on good terms with the girl he liked.

At that time, he thought, "Life is f*ckin’ good."

Correction: Life WAS f*ckin’ good, notice the past tense; because all good things in Bloodbane’s life are like government buildings: they’ll all come crashing down.

In those days, Bloodbane’s transport of choice when he goes home from school were his two legs (If he could walk with his mids, he would; but gravity’s a b*tch).

He was in foul mood that day, all he wanted was to go home and quick.

But as sod’s law has it, just as he’s prepared to cross a busy road, he heard his name being called from somewhere.

So Bloodbane did the only thing he knows best: the mid finger as he looks at the bus full of students passing by.

Yes, you all know who’s in it. Who else.

There Bloodbane was, standing by the side of the road with his middle finger erect at it’s full glory as the girl of his dreams zooms by, her face transforming from a look of joy into confusion into anger.

Bloodbane was shocked as heck, standing still as the bus disappeares into the horizon.

His mid was still pointing skywards as Bloodbane ponders what the hell he’s just done. Reaching new highs in stupidity, that’s what.

The thing was, Bloodbane did the midfing even BEFORE he knew who called him. It was instinctive, and only when he looked up did he realise…

The next day at school, he apologised to the girl "I’m sorry for what i’ve done yesterday"… But knowing Bloodbane at that time, it was probably more like "I’m f*ckin’ sorry for what i’ve f*ckin’ done that f*ckin’ day".. It doesn’t actually matter.

Since then she avoids Bloodbane like a plague. Can’t really blame her, though.

This incident was the killer: in the end, the one thing Bloodbane liked alienated the one person he liked.

Therefore, he’s learned his lesson: for many years he’s stopped using the gesture, a reminder to himself for doing the unthinkable.

And the moral of this story is… Er… Ah… Hm…. Wait! This is Bloodbane’s blog! There’s no moral in here…

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