Define: Pansy

Once when I was little, I had a can of orange pop in the car, and a few minutes after I had opened it, I realized there were smudges of blood where I had touched the window. Somehow I had sliced my finger opening the pop can. Since then, they have just freaked me out. If possible, I ask someone else to open it for me. Becca and Jamin can testify to this. I rarely open a can of pop if someone else is around that can do it for me.

That being said, the worst is when I have to do it myself and I've just cut my fingernails. At least when there's some nail, I can keep most of my finger off of it.

I'm pretty sure that the time I remember cutting myself is the only time I've ever cut myself, but it's weird how those things stick with you.