Mark Twain once said this of humans: “Of all the animals, man is the only one that is cruel. He is the only one that inflicts pain for the pleasure of doing it.”
I think back to childhood and remember picking scabs. You’d cut yourself, watch the blood coagulate into a rough piece of skin, then rip the protective layer away with your finger. Why’d we do it? And why do so many people continue to interrupt the body’s natural healing process?
For me, there was something oddly satisfying about the slight rush of pain and the “resetting” of the biological clock. I marveled at my skin’s ability to heal itself time and time again, but as I grew up, I grew out of the habit — or so I thought.