And the nominee for the Darwin Awards is...
Ahhhh!!! Sometimes I marvel at the miracle that I'm still alive. I must have done something good in a past life to be forgiven for my random acts of stupidity that obviously is designed by mother nature to cleanse the earth of people carrying the stupid genes. Yes, I've become very in touch and accepting of my God-complex self-centeredness to know that the price for my creative brilliance is that of my common sense. So I've also come to the conclusion that if I ever do decide to get married... thus the growing list of qualifications for my partner:
1. Must be able to defend me agains bears (or at least run slower than me)
2. Must be able to cook.
3. Vocal prowess and musical instrument playing ability an asset
4. Must be able to balance the need to cater to my God complex and know when to give me a good slap on the back of the head to bring me back to reality.
5. Must have a sense of humor leaning towards politics and satire.
6. Must have and equal love for or at least understand my addiction to the theatre.
and finally...
7. Must be employed in the medical profession or at least know advanced first aid.
Yes, once again, I found myself in a situation where I grow very very VERY appreciative of our health care system and is very very happy that Ontario (Toronto's at least) have better run hospitals than Quebec. ^_^.
While preparing my lunch for work yesterday morning, I had an accident involving bread, a very sharp bread knife, and my left thumb. And ambulance ride, 8 stiches, and half a bottle of Percocet later (after the aneasthesia wore of)... I'm conscious and pain-free happy enough to appreciate what a lucky person I am, how fascinating the human body really is, and regret that I didn't have the mind to take pictures of my thumb as they were stitching me up. It was so frickin' cool! But alas... as the very awesome ER doctor from Sunnybrook Hospital mournfully told me... my thumb modelling days are over. But man! It's going to be such a cool looking scar! (to match the one on my forehead).
But going back to the original subject matter... why is it that people can be so wonderfully brilliant on certain things, but can be complete idiots on certain aspects of life that should count? If you give me an idea, within almost an instant, I can come up with a million and one possibilities of what I can do with it. It comes to me simply and naturally like breathing. But when it comes to things that deal with common sense (and survival), I'm like a total dumbass. I'm understanding now why my parents were so worried about me when I moved out (my mom went so far as ask one of her friends, who lives in the same building as me, to look out for me and make sure I'm still alive now an then).
I'm also now thoroughly convinced that I'm one of those people who must not have children at any cost! I mean it'll be a miracle for the spring of my loins to actually be conceived given my survival track record. (Of course, given my survival track record and seeing how lucky I am, why the hell haven't I won the lottery yet!?!?!!). I think it will be unfair for the possibility of passing on the stupidy gene to my children.
Ah well... I guess that's another requirement for my future partner.
8. Must have a more dominant common-sense gene to overcome my stupidity gene.
1. Must be able to defend me agains bears (or at least run slower than me)
2. Must be able to cook.
3. Vocal prowess and musical instrument playing ability an asset
4. Must be able to balance the need to cater to my God complex and know when to give me a good slap on the back of the head to bring me back to reality.
5. Must have a sense of humor leaning towards politics and satire.
6. Must have and equal love for or at least understand my addiction to the theatre.
and finally...
7. Must be employed in the medical profession or at least know advanced first aid.
Yes, once again, I found myself in a situation where I grow very very VERY appreciative of our health care system and is very very happy that Ontario (Toronto's at least) have better run hospitals than Quebec. ^_^.
While preparing my lunch for work yesterday morning, I had an accident involving bread, a very sharp bread knife, and my left thumb. And ambulance ride, 8 stiches, and half a bottle of Percocet later (after the aneasthesia wore of)... I'm conscious and pain-free happy enough to appreciate what a lucky person I am, how fascinating the human body really is, and regret that I didn't have the mind to take pictures of my thumb as they were stitching me up. It was so frickin' cool! But alas... as the very awesome ER doctor from Sunnybrook Hospital mournfully told me... my thumb modelling days are over. But man! It's going to be such a cool looking scar! (to match the one on my forehead).
But going back to the original subject matter... why is it that people can be so wonderfully brilliant on certain things, but can be complete idiots on certain aspects of life that should count? If you give me an idea, within almost an instant, I can come up with a million and one possibilities of what I can do with it. It comes to me simply and naturally like breathing. But when it comes to things that deal with common sense (and survival), I'm like a total dumbass. I'm understanding now why my parents were so worried about me when I moved out (my mom went so far as ask one of her friends, who lives in the same building as me, to look out for me and make sure I'm still alive now an then).
I'm also now thoroughly convinced that I'm one of those people who must not have children at any cost! I mean it'll be a miracle for the spring of my loins to actually be conceived given my survival track record. (Of course, given my survival track record and seeing how lucky I am, why the hell haven't I won the lottery yet!?!?!!). I think it will be unfair for the possibility of passing on the stupidy gene to my children.
Ah well... I guess that's another requirement for my future partner.
8. Must have a more dominant common-sense gene to overcome my stupidity gene.