…it’s eczema, that’s where my super power started. I call them my old man hands.
As I approach fifty, they don’t seem so far off character. When I was a teen, they looked nearly the same. I hid my dry skin, and was pretty introverted in general.
This became my thing, and in my solitude and need for mental distraction I found hobbies that bled into a career.
I suppose I can stop hiding them now.