So, my girlfriend was not sarisfied that I really loved her. She always asked me to prove to her that I loved her. And I didn’t know how to do that. Maybe it was my fault that I couldn’t make her believe, but she always nagged me about it and always asked for proof.
So, one day, out of sheer frustration, when she started nagging me about it, I said sarcastically, “Should I cut myself up so that you would be satisfied?” Now she took me at my word. And repeatedly asked me to cut myself for her sake, if I loved her. I didn’t want to do it. I don’t really like the idea of self mutilation. And it was a silly thing to do. Some teenagers do this kind of stuff. And I was not one, and neither was she.
We fought a lot over this. But she wouldn’t shut up about it. So as to make it all go away, I told her that I would do it. And now she wanted the proof that I really did it. First she wanted a video, but I told her sternly that all I could submit as the proof was a photo of my hand with the day’s newspaper so that she could be sure that it was me and not a photo from internet.
So I proceeded to do the act. I dipped the blade in antiseptic. Cleaned the area of my hand where I was to perform my incision with antiseptic. Then took the razor blade in my hand and cut a straight superficial line. I didn’t want to go much deep because it would have scarred a bit too much. So I gave a nice clean cut, and then went on to draw the first letter of her name. It would allay all her fears of doubt if she saw the first letter of her name. So few cuts later, I was bleeding minimally and the work was done. It wasn’t much painful either, and my hand didn’t shake so it was done very efficiently. I photographed my hand and send it to her.
And then, hence proved. For the time being.
It was just silly and the stupidest thing I had ever done.