Last night I spilled 90% acetone nail polish remover down my right leg and onto the white tile floor of the bathroom. I was trying to get sparkly blue nail polish off because it had turned this muddy green color. As the nail polish remover ran down my leg, stinging the scrapes on my legs and the cuts on my fingernails, I thought about all of the things I could have done differently to prevent this. Maybe if I had used a different color, I would've liked it and I wouldn't need the nail polish remover. Maybe if I had used a different color, I wouldn't have spilled it on the couch. And that could have been prevented by leaving my nails all together, but I'm too complicated for that. So I thought some more. If I hadn't come downstairs after dinner, if I hadn't come home, If I had run into traffic earlier, if I had stayed home, if I hadn't woken up, if I had slit my wrists instead of my thighs, if I was brave enough to end my life like so many people have done before me, I wouldn't have spilled that 90% acetone nail polish remover down my right leg, staining the floor, and stinging all my cuts and scratches.