#15. If they say why, why… Tell ’em that is human nature.

Why, why… Does he do me that way?

Catchy, huh. I’m pretty sure that one was about Band-Aids.

So for the record, this is a late-entry passion post, but I’m just getting that out of the way so I can delve into my wonderful, horrible creation. But first, some introductions.

So on Friday night, I was talking to a friend of mine at a party (is that language too nondescript? I could have been chatting up my bud while we kicked it at this ragin’ kegger. Or I could have just as easily been engaging my close companion in conversation during a late-night social gathering), and the subject of Thriller came up. Now, my friend (let’s call him John… because that’s his name. John Hulley. Cool guy) really, really, really likes Thriller. A whole lot. And we were talking about the hand clap that syncs up with the snare on the fourth beat of each measure, because who doesn’t love taking something cool and nerd-ing it up a little bit. But anyway, as it dawned on me just how much passion John held for Thriller, it became clear what I had to do. I had to use his love of music to make a gimmicky Band-Aid blog post.

And yet, how was I to take Thriller-passion and warp it into Band-Aid-passion?

The first step was obvious. Since Michael Jackson wore a single white sequined glove, I had to wear one just like it. Except replace ‘white’ with ‘flesh-colored,’ ‘sequined’ with ‘filled with little holes to let a scab breathe,’ and ‘glove’ with ‘gruesome-looking hand thing.’

There's no way to describe how many paper Band-Aid wrappers are on my floor right now.

I’d like to think John’s passion for music equals my passion for Band-Aids. Specifically, my passion for pasting them onto my skin and then fumbling for twelve minutes trying to take a picture with one usable hand that’s sticky with just so, so much Band-Aid glue.

What do YOU think, hand? Would you say those passions are about equal?

It seems I've gained its approval.