Impatience rarely lead to any good end and I have a few scars to prove that. The most stupid scar I've given myself is on my right thigh. It was hot summer day in the early 70's. My mom was mowing and I wanted a pair of blue jeans cut off for shorts. I went outide to ask her to cut them and she said she would when she finished mowing.
Well, that wasn't good enough for me! I went inside, put on the jeans and proceeded to cut the off the legs. Oh, the widsom of a preteen. Yep, you guessed it, cut a chunk out of my thigh. But that wasn't the worst of it. I then had to go tell my mom, that I had cut my leg!
So off to the doctor we went. No stitches, but a lovely eye-shaped scar that is still here almost 40 years later.