I have a series of little scars on my chest and rib cage, on the left side.
They aren’t terribly visible anymore, but I notice them every morning when I take off my shirt before I get in the shower. They fill me with embarrassment every time I see them. They will be with me for the foreseeable future, so I don’t really know what to do about it.
How the scars got there is not a very interesting story. The short version goes as follows: One day I am home from work on my medical leave from my mental breakdown a couple years ago. I get drunk in the early afternoon and decide to find out just how sharp our kitchen knives are.