Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Becoming Mongo
Have you ever noticed that when you’re around someone new that you really like that you suddenly drop several IQ points? I don’t want to sound like a braggart, but I’m a fairly intelligent person… decently schooled, well read, etc., but for some reason lately, I’m walking around like I should have been held back at about the junior high school level.
The other day, I jumped out of the car to help pump gas and suddenly, I appear to have forgotten how to secure the little self-pump latch that has been on pumps for about a decade now. What the hell is that? I know how that part works and suddenly, in the presence of someone who I’m hoping the most I don’t look like an idiot in front of, I’m pawing at this crude device like I was one of the apes that didn’t make it up to the monolith in time.
Here’s another one… I love to cook, taken classes and the whole deal, including one on handling knives (really good knives can be dangerous). Yet, when I’m asked to help lately, I’m fumbling all over the cutting board like I was wielding a scythe to chop mushrooms… even nailed the back of my hand… the back!
Motor functions… speech… the whole deal… I’m actually devolving at a time when I need to be at the top of my game. Let’s just pray it comes across at endearing later instead of “what on Earth am I doing hanging out with this troglodyte?”
Jeff @ The Gag
The other day, I jumped out of the car to help pump gas and suddenly, I appear to have forgotten how to secure the little self-pump latch that has been on pumps for about a decade now. What the hell is that? I know how that part works and suddenly, in the presence of someone who I’m hoping the most I don’t look like an idiot in front of, I’m pawing at this crude device like I was one of the apes that didn’t make it up to the monolith in time.
Here’s another one… I love to cook, taken classes and the whole deal, including one on handling knives (really good knives can be dangerous). Yet, when I’m asked to help lately, I’m fumbling all over the cutting board like I was wielding a scythe to chop mushrooms… even nailed the back of my hand… the back!
Motor functions… speech… the whole deal… I’m actually devolving at a time when I need to be at the top of my game. Let’s just pray it comes across at endearing later instead of “what on Earth am I doing hanging out with this troglodyte?”
Jeff @ The Gag
