don’t be a jerk

This is a blurry, out-of-focus picture of my right pinky:

For the most part, this is how my pinkies are supposed to look (just more in focus.)
 
Now, this is my left pinky:

 
The weird purple splotches are ligament bruises (or tears?) from when I dislocated the little guy during Judo practice. It was kinda unsettling. My pinky was locked in an awkward position, so I flexed it and it popped hell.
 
The swelling has come down with the requisite ice-ing, but it kinda hurts like hell.
 
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I always thought of the pinky as possibly the most useless appendage on my body. All the pinky does, I thought, is make the ring finger feel more important. It’s useless. I never use my pinky for anything more important than occasionally tasting spaghetti sauce or for scratching the tip of my nose when I don’t have a better finger available.
 
Now that I’ve hurt it, it’s even more useless. And now that I’ve hurt it, it wants its presence to be known. Goddam thing keeps bumping into my leg when I walk. Shampooing my head is a friggin ordeal. I just saw a friend’s play tonight and it was good and I started applauding and then I started crying too cause clapping made my hand hurt and I think I’ll stop writing now and go play with my friggin blankie and take some Children’s Tylenol. Goddam pinky.