About Body Parts?

I was reading over some things the other day and came across an article concerning ideas that prompt writing, or maybe it was just 'writing ideas' (that don't do anything but give you ideas..you know what I mean).

One prompt that caught my eye was a suggestion that one write something about things they don't like about themselves. Now, me being me, I immediately went into self-check mode. I thought about my mouth and my lips both of which I didn't like as a teenager but I decided I don't mind so much now, then I thought about my ears.

I think ears came up because the other night my wife asked me if I had once sported pointed ears that had been surgically fixed to look like, well, I guess to look like ears that used to be pointed but weren't any more, but that had been fixed by a really bad plastic surgeon (I doubt she would have said anything if a really  good plastic surgeon had fixed them because she wouldn't have noticed).

I have to wonder if my wife has been thinking about the look of my ears for the last twenty years and just decided to throw caution to the wind and ask me about them now. You would think she would have asked before the kids were born so she could have been prepared for little pointy eared (elf) kids, or has she been secretly warning my now grown kids about the possibility of a recessive Vulcan gene in the family that may give their kids pointy ears. I have to admit that I think the pointed ear possibilities are pretty cool, my wife would not agree however, she leaves the room if anything science fiction comes on the TV, usually muttering "stupid show" under her breath as she walks out.

So I suppose it is obvious by now that those few little innocent words asked of me by my wife triggered something in me that came out when I read that writing prompt the other day. I am still thinking like a teenager and looking at my self in the mirror wondering why I have a bump here or a scar there. My wife on the other hand, is evidently looking at me and wondering either "what could possibly be wrong with this otherwise perfect man", or she's saying to herself "Dad was right, there's just something not right about this guy".

If my wife starts looking at my feet in a strange way I will probably get so paranoid that I will never take my socks off again. The truth-be-known I have always had a thing about feet, in fact I am not going to write about feet now because I get the heebie-Jeebie's just thinking about them (mine or any body else's). Come to think of it, I wonder what my wife was trying to say the other night when she asked why I always wear socks to bed?