Properly sharp knives are indifferent to that which they cut. Be that your steak, or you, their job is to cut.
A properly shaperned knife is a wicked, angry, thing. It must be treated with respect, deffarence, and no small part of care. However, they must not be feared; like a wild predator they can sense fear.
Suffice it to say OP was just using some artistic license to show that they got a new old knife and nicked themselves.
As the opposite to this it takes me a solid month to get to a point where getting up for work at 8 doesn’t kill me. It takes all of an afternoon nap to flip back to my preferred sleep pattern of 2am to 10am. I CAN get up early, me and my meatsuit really don’t seem to want to though.