Methinks I bruise way too easily sometimes.
…and if I meant physically, I guess I could better “deal”.
Thinking about it in a more universal context, isn’t it funny how a broken body is treated with more reverence and compassion than a broken heart? That people trample over hearts and feelings with alarming frequency, yet still have the time and (no pun intended) nerve to flinch at the sound and sight of trampled bones?
It’s at turns amusing and depressing; how the realm of physicality is venerated to the detriment of all else at times…