People say it’s only funny until someone gets hurt, but my personal experience says otherwise:
It’s only funny until someone gets hurt badly.
Most people will still laugh at someone who has incurred cuts and bruises. (Especially if you did this in a spectacular way. Trip over a rock, maybe not. Trip and stumble down a flight of stairs, arms flailing, without going down, and then wipe out at the very end, likely yes.) Some people will even laugh at broken bones.
Those people are probably not your friends.
I once cut myself on a bagel, which usually earns me weird looks from people I tell.
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“Did she say a bagel?”
“I think she did.”
“Don’t make eye contact. Back away slowly….”
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But I tell people about the Bagel Incident anyway, because it’s my favorite example of everyday objects that are actually quite dangerous in the right hands. Anyone can cut themselves on a knife, but only certain skilled people can cut themselves on a microwave.
The bagel was sliced and toasted, and I was putting cream cheese on it. It rotated against my thumb, giving me what was basically a paper cut. Then I went back to my table (this happened in my college cafeteria) and showed my friends my injury, because you take pride in what you can.
You laugh at other people’s pain–because you don’t know what else to do, because some else starts laughing first, or because you’re glad it isn’t you that’s in pain.
Do you have any funny stories of self-inflicted injuries?