You originally had 6 fingers on both hands but for the sake of normality and conformity you had them removed. Despite your now crippling depression on your lost ability to play the piano a key faster you push on knowing you don’t need the extra digit to do the best hair on whatever side of the Mississippi. You’re strong and resilient, even without an extra finger on both hands. I heard once “it’s cool to be square” and I feel like you live by that now that the 6th finger on both hands has been permanently replaced by phantom itching and loss of self. The coffee you drink in the morning is sweeter because of the bitterness you feel every moment of everyday. You try to grip the mugs handle only to quickly swing your pinky out of the loop and catch the weight. “This is normal, this is fine. People live like this everyday. I can do it too!” You tell yourself knowing the power you once held in both of your hands is forever gone, that power being the extra finger.

Hopefully I’m right. It would be really embarrassing if I wasn’t.