#y'know i thought college might do something to me mentally but this wasnt what i was expecting

[bobcat-pie]

I needlefelted for two days straight and something broke (other than the needle). I used to imagine blades stabbing through flesh with rubbery resistance, like when I deboned a pork shoulder with my own two hands (but had to get a second, stronger set of hands to remove the skin, which deflected all my strikes).

Now every time I picture knife-related violence, it's like I'm jabbing wool into wool with ease. Motorcycle accidents have turned into carding processes. Lathe casualties? More like wetfelting. I am no longer confident in the strength of my skin, fearing that it may be as penetrable as the fibers I fused this weekend. My trusty thought-engines of viscera are clogged with FLEECE.