It’s not a “tail!” I’m perfectly capable of distinguishing between a tail and an anomalous back finger, thank you very much. And I assure you, the mystery of the back finger simply cannot be encompassed by your needlessly reductionistic analysis: “You have a tail!” The back finger urges you to tear down the boundaries of your perception, man.
Although, granted, a tail would be cool too. I certainly don’t intend to dismiss the coolness of tailed people by any means. And if it’s easier for all the fine ladies to relate to the “tail” concept, then the back finger is comfortable with that.
Whatever it is get a tattoo on it! I’ll bet the artist would do it free because he would think you’re a pretty cool person having an appendage and all!
Oh, and Marc , sorry it was only a zit. What a disappointment.
You and me both. It’s my back, after all; sadly, experience has proven that no arrangement of mirrors is adequate to provide a clear view of the area in question.
I tend to suspect that the cordial relations with my little circle of personal acquaintances and co-workers would almost certainly not survive the request: “Please photograph my back finger.”
However, this thread has renewed my optimism. Once the back finger starts luring in the women, surely at least one of them will bring a camera along to document the proceedings.
I think the name you’re looking for is Kuato. I had a massive zit on my (shiny and extensive) forehead some time ago, and that is what my colleagues decided to name it.
Until I had it removed, I had a sebaceous cyst on my forehead that strongly resembled one of those budding horns you see on calves. What made this particularly unfortunate was that at the time I worked at a pscychiatric hospital for children. Like most children, they didn’t have a strong sense of personal boundries and all of them just wanted to touch it. Yep, I was quite the celebrity for a while.
So now I know a little bit how “Bizarro the Devil Child” at the carnival freak show feels.
