(99.999%. Yes. That sounds about right.) Every human being in the world is an individual – unique and different. Different hair colour, different facial features and fingerprints, different levels of stamina and metabolism and varying degrees and types of talent, thought processes and problem solving skills Some of us are homely, some are pleasant looking, some are strikingly attracive for no identifiable reason. And then there is is what we call “beauty”…external and skin deep, or internal with a beautiful heart, or both….(oh my merciful heavens! like the man I’m in love with! Inside and out, one out of only two of the most beautiful men I have ever come across or known in my many years of life! Yep. Still in love! And nope…he still doesn’t have the vaguest notion that I exist! 😀 ) or…well, you get my point.
But I digress.
With all of this individuality floating around amongst we “higher life forms” on this planet, there exist traits which are, still and yet, intrinsically common to the state of being human. Well, being human is, in and of itself, a right common trait, dontcha know. Sort of. Depending. (boy was that a totally unecessary bit of observation!! 😀 😀 ). But all kidding aside, being human involves a lot of “we’re all the same under the skin” stuff. Stuff like curiosity, fear and fearlessness in the face of protecting those we love, survival instincts…and falling into the state of being stupid. Disturbingly stupid..
As newborns and infants, we all start out on this journey of learning with blank slates. Parents and other people who are bigger and, hopefully, smarter than we aid us into growing into “knowledge thirsty” children. Of course we then take a break in this wondrous experience of life and become completely clueless teenagers who think we have all the answers to life’s deepest questions, when in fact we really don’t know ‘ish about anything except how to push the limits of our parents’ patience (well, perhaps not all of us, but a good percentage of us). We finally progress into (sometimes) intelligent adults with enough history and experience behind us to avoid making stupid mistakes. Note that I quantify “…we progress…” – with – “(sometimes)”.
Just remember this: being stupid knows no demographic boundaries. Hence, being Disturbingly Stupid can sneak up on you, pretending to be just another friendly, helpful learning tool. Think about it…someone dares you to race across six lanes of highway traffic. On foot, no less. Just as you are two feet from the far side of East Bound, a car clips you and sends you flying, Tourist Class, into the next town over. Experience, in a voice dripping with obvious sarcasm, says, “Brilliant decision, Sherlock.” On the other hand, Disturbingly Stupid visits you in the hospital (or morgue) and greets you with a smirk and a head shake and the ironic comment, “I’ll wager that you won’t do that again any time soon.”
Experience vs. Disturbingly Stoopit.
As you all know by now, I had a stroke in December of 2016. I went from this (a few months before):
Not so much one of the “Beautiful People” anymore, huh?
It scared me. I never wanted to go there (above pic) again. I told myself, “No more being stupid and thinking you can remain invincible after 40.” And a year later, I had “improved” to these points:
Now, after nearly two years (and getting in a lot of practice with makeup so that I could comfortably look at myself in the mirror without gagging), I have reached this close to what I used to be:
Now mind, I don’t look nearly this good sans’ face makeup (foundation. conturing, blush and highlighter), but my eyes again have that look that they used to have…bright, sometimes piercing, and self-assured. I can walk without that rubber-legged wobble (although my equilibrium is such that sometimes you’d think that my steering wheel has been tied to a perpetual right hand turn!). Where the right side of my face had slid off of my skull, most of it has found its way back, halleluiah!
After nearly two years of determination, last week I bought a pack of cigarettes…which is why this part of my post has been included in “Disturbingly Stupid…”
“Just don’t overdo it,” my friendly, helpful learning tool told me. “Everything in moderation,” that tool said.
By the end of the first cigarette, when I tried to get up from my hidden seat behind the tree to go inside (because, living with my youngest son, I had to sneak to practice my newly rediscovered vice) I almost did a face flop. Equilibrium and right side mobility had gone a bit missing. I managed to get into the house thinking, “Well that’s not a good sign.” Do you know what that tool tod me? “Oh that’s just the same reaction you had at age 12, when you had your first (experience of an oxygen deprived brain…sic).”
And I fell for it!
Three days and 20 cigarettes later, I was little better than when I was released from the hospital in January 2017. All that progress…BANG…down the tubes. And the tool is still trying convince me it’s just trying to “help”!
I’ve found my way back to being at pre-stupid recovery. I’m much better now…and much wiser and aware of the weaknesses to be found just in being human. Being around smokers really doesn’t bother me as of that day….I now control that particular weakness.
Moral of story: Don’t listen to all the tools out there who are pretending to help. Don’t be stoopit. But especially don’t be Disturbingly Stupid.