i may or may not be crazy
December 23, 2008
I thought we had established that I was NOT crazy. I may be forgetting where we left that.
I’m leaving with the family for Christmas to drive down to Mexico to build houses for people with no houses. I’ll be back in a week. I want to leave you with this thought:
I think I might be crazy, but I can’t decide.
Consider the drying of oneself when one exits the shower. I’m not sure if that’s in the textbooks or on the list the court uses to establish legitimate craziness, but it has me worried that my heirs will use it to have me made a ward of the state.
I get out of the shower, and grab my towel, same as everybody else, and start drying myself, same as everybody else. But if I get interrupted while I’m drying myself, I have to start over.
See, I dry myself according to a very specific order. And one of the crazy things is, I can’t remember the order, I have perform the order. I tried to just sit down and write the steps for you in a bulleted list. I think I ended up with random items on the list, like “take out the trash” or “watch TheWire.” No good. And I can’t just resume drying, because, since I don’t know the order, I’m lost when I stop.
So in order to compose this post for you, gentle reader, I tried to pause after each drying step, and write down the order. But I flailed, and ended up wet in places I shouldn’t be wet. That’s no good.
What I know is this: I dry myself in a particular order, but that order cannot be written down or remembered, it just IS. I think I’ve discovered a permutation of Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle. You can DRY yourself in order, but you can’t KNOW the order of the drying.
I await my Nobel Prize. That comes with cash, right?