Notes from the Underground or something

I have two cuts on the fingers of my left hand.
One is on my thumb and the other on the forefinger.
They are aligned in such a way that it makes grasping anything with those two fingers pretty painful.
This, and a few steam burns, is the result of a wedding I attended this last weekend. On Sunday one of my friends got married to someone they found themselves in love with. It was a good wedding. I think any wedding with obligatory kilts for the groomspeople is a good wedding. My wedding did not have obligatory kilts for the groomspeople and so you might be quick to say that I, therefore, did not have a good wedding. But you would, of course, be mistaken. My wedding was amazing. It was home-written and produced and such. We didn't even have groomspeople so there was never any time for us to even consider obligatory kilts for them. So your judgement was unjustified. Nyah nyah.
And so I have two cuts and some steam burns. This is again, due to the wedding. You may wonder why and I guess, seeing as I am the one who brought it up, I am obligated to tell you about it. But is that really true? Am I obligated to tell an absent audience anything? Are you even listening right now? Will you be? Doesn't matter.
So my story is that I was helping out by working the beverage station in the most crowded room of the wedding. The drinks were pretty much either water or this amazing tasting grape juice from a winery. Of course the grape juice was chosen over water for the most part. The bottles, being from a winery as I said, were that traditional wine style with foil over the top and a cork to keep it sealed. This, as I'm sure you are guessing already, meant that someone had to rip open each bottle for the thristy guests. Unfortunately, each bottle only satiated about two or three guests. There were about four hundred guests at this event. So I had some slipups.
Before you imagine pressurized, scalding-hot grape juice bursting from the wine bottle with every cork and me holding them with some sort of hazardous materials gloves and tongs: I meant that I cut myself accidentally cutting the foil off. I don't actually remember where the steam burns came from.
Anyway, I'm not bringing up the cuts and burns to complain about my helping out during the wedding. Besides I kind of flubbed up during the ceremony from not putting all the microphones up at the right time so I have no place to complain or anything. I wish I had remembered correctly. I was pretty bright red and embarrassed at that. If anyone who was a major player in the wedding reads this, this can be a public apology for something that I receieved no anger about but has been internally chiding me.
I brought up the wine/grape juice-bottle opening fun because it showed me something rather amazing. I have seen those fancy little bottle-openers before. With the knife and the screw and the pushing part and all that. I have vaguely understood how to use one. I have not been able to do it well with much continued success. Right before the mess of people descended upon me (and my delightful helper whose station was left unnocccupied for my sake: thank you, sir) I was given a brief reshowing by someone who clearly had more experience with it. He did it once. I watched carefully. Then came everyone wanting grape juice and I had a one-bottle head start.
The interesting thing gained from this was that I realised that quite quickly I became much more adept at opening corked bottles than I ever had before. It simply took a dismissal of the fear of my situation and a brief reminder of the simply facts and truths of the action to start. Then it started and it just kept going.
And, ok, I cut myself a few times and broke a cork and gave some people a bit too much and, maybe, others a bit too little. But whatever. It's not like anyone was looking over my shoulder and demanding any perfection from me. And I wasn't expected to learn or gain anything. It was just about keeping something going. I did still make sure people could drink grape juice if they wanted it.
Ok, so this all seemed a bit more profound without all the details of the metaphor. Just forget all the grape juice stuff and think about it in terms of living and I think you will see what I was thinking. Maybe.
And so I need to be better about saying (now that it's been quite a while in study) that I have learned enough to get going and just start doing it all. I can pray that what I have learned and studied and thought about will stay there, in the back of my mind, keeping my actions guided and directed and, hopefully, pure. But it should be a time for action above discourse now.