I sat on my balls yesterday.
I climbed into the driver's seat of my car as I was leaving work yesterday and I sat on my balls. I yelped and hopped out of the car, the pain coursing through my body. I stood, bent with my hands on my knees, waiting for the pain to go away. I looked to the sky and breathed heavily, trying to meditate my way out of the discomfort. Slowly, but surely, the sensation subsided and I was able to take that seat again, a little more carefully this time. But I'd learned my lesson. Some lessons aren't taught, or even casually passed along. It's just something you do that you are forever cognizant that you mustn't ever do again.
I won't sit on my balls tomorrow.
KZ
