Summarized:
Pain sucks but is good. Physical < Emotional < Spirital. Pain teaches, even if it does hurt. Broken bones and skinned knees over other pain any day.
I've had a hard time making a post for this forum. On this, it's difficult for me to put down my ideas, as I have so very many, and some are very conflicting. It took me a while to write this post actually, and I erased it entirely several times.
I would not say that when it comes to pain, I am an expert, or there is no more experienced person out there. I would never say that, because it's a lie. Any genocide survivor is far more experienced than I could ever be, as well as any elderly person out there. They live with pain, physical and emotional, daily. I even believe there's a third kind of pain, spiritual pain, that's even worse. More insiduous and far reaching at least. But mostly it's hard for me to talk about pain because I enjoy it and hate it at the same time.
No, not as a fetish, but as a reminder. I like pain, physical pain, as a reminder I am alive. I struggled for many years with depression. Sometimes I still do, though not so much anymore. At times I felt that I must be a ghost, or dead and not there, just an after image, and the pain helped remind me I was alive.
Though I never cut myself., I was accident prone enough that not having a bruise was more miraculous than anything else. At my first job, my clumsiness was a joke. I had my own first aid kit even. I tended to cheerfully doctor myself and move on, as it was never anything too serious. Sprains and strains I'm used to also, along with bruised bones, and cracked bones. I've only had a broken arm once, but that really only slowed me down that day.
So for me, barring extreme circumstances, physical pain is a welcome reminder I'm alive. I don't seek it out, as I like my blood and bits in me, but when it happens I don't cry or whine or complain. Except for my arthritis, and even then, only when it's bad enough I can't physically move the arm from the pain of the joint do I complain. Mostly because I can never find the aspirin.
Emotional pain is hard too. I know grief. I've lost two people in my life, one close, and the other even closer. My best friend was killed by a coal truck when I was seven. An honest accident on a mountain road. No one was looking and everyone there was equally at fault, but it cost my best friend her life. That's when my emotional pain began, and it was worse after my parents divorce. Any kid who's been through divorce tends to have a period of believing it was their fault, and I was no different. Then my mom died, as well. That's probably why it's hard for my to write this.
Because of that, I would say emotional pain is horrible and in all ways trumps physical pain. Physical pain is temporary for the most part, or can be subdued or even gotten used to. Some people even have a naturally high physical pain barrier. But emotional pain can linger for years and years and years. Sometimes it can even be buried so quickly and instinctively, behind an always smling face, that it festers even.
Spiritual pain corrodes a person though. Betrayals and great losses cause this. It's a combination of mental and emotional pain that effects the very core of a person, and rarely in a good way.
All of it though, you grow from, change from, and most of it you can become a better person from. At times it's hard to see how, or why, but pain teaches always. It may not teach good things. It may not teach bad things. But it always teaches something. So pain is good for that. You grow from it.
And besides, when you're as hardheaded as I am, how else are you supposed to learn not to brake on your bike while going downhill. A good thumping on the ground teaches you real fast. Though I did miss denting that dudes car.