She Laughs
Jul. 5th, 2004 07:18 pmI was looking around some portfolios on deviantart a bit ago, and came across a certain drawing. The artist said that she was upset with the hands, because it was impossible for anyone to get their fingers into that position. I looked at the picture, then at my hands, and got them into the drawn position in under three seconds.
She was right in that the fingers were in a strange position, but she obviously hasn't seen fingers like mine before. When I naturally extend my fingers (as in, I extend them without a lot of effort or any pain), my pointer and middle fingers both curve at the tip. Also, instead of being flat, they turn up a bit to follow the outwards curve of the tip. My middle fingers are the weirdest, because the main knuckle doesn't flatten out, it sticks up a bit, like a hump, where the knuckle at the end swoops down.
Apparently, my grandma's fingers curve everywhere, too, but my oddities are much more pronounced. I think I remember her hands, but the last time I saw her was when I was nine or ten and I hadn't realized my hands were strange yet so I wouldn't have thought hers were, either. I only know one other person than us with weird hands, but I can't for the life of me remember his name.
Man, I'm gonna have some killer arthritis when I start decomposing at around fifty.
(PS. Right, "ebascue." Brilliant of you, Lynn.)
She was right in that the fingers were in a strange position, but she obviously hasn't seen fingers like mine before. When I naturally extend my fingers (as in, I extend them without a lot of effort or any pain), my pointer and middle fingers both curve at the tip. Also, instead of being flat, they turn up a bit to follow the outwards curve of the tip. My middle fingers are the weirdest, because the main knuckle doesn't flatten out, it sticks up a bit, like a hump, where the knuckle at the end swoops down.
Apparently, my grandma's fingers curve everywhere, too, but my oddities are much more pronounced. I think I remember her hands, but the last time I saw her was when I was nine or ten and I hadn't realized my hands were strange yet so I wouldn't have thought hers were, either. I only know one other person than us with weird hands, but I can't for the life of me remember his name.
Man, I'm gonna have some killer arthritis when I start decomposing at around fifty.
(PS. Right, "ebascue." Brilliant of you, Lynn.)