Nothing. Until I made them have something in common: me.
I broke my arm twice during my years of playing college soccer and went through a series of different casts. In fact, I was in casts so much that they became a permanent art installation on my body.
In order to protect my art from the elements I wrapped a trash bag around my entire casted left arm. Rainy days were the best because I would casually walk around on campus with my arm conspicuously enveloped in black plastic, looking like a human trashcan. Many marriage proposals were had that year
in my head.
The very first cast I was given (such a special moment, Mom and Dad were so proud!!) was awesome because it was waterproof. Unfortunately, it had the side effect of making me want to chew off my arm. I thought it couldn’t get any worse than being in a cast. PLOT TWIST: it can. You can be allergic to your cast and break out in hives all over your body and almost go insane from unitchable itches. I didn’t even have time to make it look awesome before they took out the chain saw and hacked it off. In my defense, it’s hard to make time to decorate your cast when you are busy shoving rulers down it.
With each successive cast, the art matured, like a fine wine or George Clooney. My last cast – covered in rhinestones – was very tasteful and subtle. It is the crowning glory of my cast collection. I was truly the Lady Gaga of casts; a sparkly unicorn in a world full of asses. I no longer have that cast but I still like to think that inside, I am still that sparkly unicorn.
Don’t let anyone ever take away your sparkle. Shine on.