My World Explained
If I had only known it was this simple. On Tuesday we went to Dr. Hall for our monthly tune up. While waiting in his office, I read a Financial Magazine that revealed the mysteries of the world. “We are hardwired to make stupid mistakes.”
That explains so much about my life. When I was four, we moved into the “new” house on Baldwin Street. While everyone else worked hard at getting settled in, they stuck me in the big wooden bed, right next to the lamp featuring Little Boy Blue. Since no one else was paying any attention to me, I figured I might as well get some attention from Little Blue. I pulled the lamp into bed with me, fascinated myself unscrewing the bulb, played with the on off switch and then stuck my finger into the opening. I don’t remember the reaction, just the jolt up the arm.
A few years later, I decided to stick my finger into the wringer washing machine and was most surprised when the washer did not treat me with any more respect than the wet sheets. Now while one might think that would put an end to sticking my fingers where they didn’t belong, one would be badly mistaken.
While Kenny Mack furiously tredled on my mother’s old sewing machine, once again my finger found its way into trouble, this time going under the needle and getting stuck there. The needle passed through the back of my finger and left a dent on the underside of my finger nail. At the time I questioned how I could be so dumb. Now I understand. “We are hardwired to make stupid mistakes.”
As a young, highly responsible college student, how did I decide sophomore Billy Hilbert would make a much better faculty adviser than the guy with twenty years on the faculty? Why, when Vinnie Wagnor crawled into a gigantic truck tire and rolled it down the hill, did I decide tackling it would be a good idea? Why wear the cast for three weeks? Two days is good enough. Ripple? What paper? I missed that class. Library or downtown?
The list goes on, but you get the idea. We are hardwired to make stupid mistakes.
When we finally did get into Dr. Hall, we wound up discussing how people choose to be numb. The incessant noise from entertainment, cell phone, texting, and so on makes it impossible to be alone with your thoughts. To be aware of who you are. So, the next day we went to New York to see Wicked. One of the first lines was ,”Life is painless, when your brainless.” I loved it. As to the show, forget great music, great singing, great staging. Concentrate on what a spectacular story line and message this show has.