Last time I had worked a boy unexpectedly started to joke around with me by saying that he cuts himself. I did not even want to react or even know how to. I wanted to sulk back into my seat and disappear. I sat there quiet and unable to answer back. Just a nervous smile in addition with my nod that was full pack of awkwardness. I just hoped that someone else would had possibly heard our conversation and intervened to change the subject.
For someone who has gone through the whole experience, cutting is not something I want to joke about. Yes, there are times when I can honestly say that I am ashamed of my scars. During this time it is usually in front of those certain people, like this guy, who I know will not understand what kind of mental stress goes on in a person's mind during the whole process.
