Monday, September 29, 2008

ovaries & testes - you be the judge


Perhaps I'm unique... but I don't think so.


If you tell me that something is sharp, hot, fragile, dangerous, about to fall apart, poisonous, mean, sticky, high voltage, deep, unstable, rabid or feral, I tend to pay attention. And once I've weighed the danger, I then avoid it like the plague. I certainly don't feel the need to touch it, pat it, poke it, chase it or feed it to prove the danger theory wrong.


Perhaps I'm strange... but I don't think so.


When I'm going to get a glass of water, I go to the cabinet and get a glass, which I then fill with water and drink. I do not absent-mindedly open and close the cabinet next to the glasses thirty two times while I pick my favorite glass, which I will then juggle another seventeen times during the slide around the kitchen to the water source. If said glass happens to fall to the floor, I would never think of playing four rounds of kitchen soccer to see if I could make a goal between the island and the kitchen table with the glass. (This would be even more unlikely for me if it really was glass, and not a plastic cup of some sort).


Perhaps I always see the worst case scenario... but I don't think so.


If my mother brought to my attention the fact that the lone surviving power source for her laptop was hanging by a thread, I would listen. And if, per chance, I had been directly (or even indirectly) responsible for the death of those previously lost power sources (that have to be ordered, ironically enough, on-line), I would be especially cautious. And if, to continue this train of thought, there was fairly strong circumstantial evidence that I had the blood of the current power source on my very own hot little hands, I would steer way clear. I would certainly not stand on, jump over, play with or tug on the cord. I especially wouldn't, in a fit of forgetfulness, do any or all of those things repeatedly for such a length of time that my mother threatened to list me on eBay as her final act before the computer died.


Perhaps I don't know what I'm talking about...but I don't think so.

10 comments:

ped crossing said...

Those are all definitely boy things.

It is like they live with an invisible force field that only they recognize, the kind of force field that only works intermittently at best. And blocks the voice of reason. And all of this resides on the y chromosome.

So, as I like to say, "Y, it is the question and the answer."

CrazyCath said...

Uh-oh. Somebody is definitely in trouble then.
The Y in the chromosome is, of course, an imperfect X.

Flutterby said...

I love to tell my DH that he and all males are just broken chromosomes. Makes him barking mad.

Devon said...

What, no Russian Roulette?

Akelamalu said...

Are we talking a certain child here???

Aoj and The Lurchers said...

*chortles*

Potty Mummy said...

Boys. Am getting increasingly frustrated by my two's inability to hear anything I say to them until I repeat it for the 3rd / 4th / 5th time VERY LOUDLY. Why? Why do they do that? It's like that Gary Larson cartoon, 'What we say to dogs...' (I am not the dog, btw, as my dear husband suggested when I made the comparison to him...)

Tiggerlane said...

Yup - boy things.

Then again, I know some teenaged girls who would be using your power cord to play jump rope, just to aggravate you.

Boys do these things out of sheer ignorance, while girls do them out of spite. Count your blessings!

my two cents said...

If the power source gets destroyed before you can list them on ebay, just call and I'll list them on ebay.

Irene said...

I don't remember if my son was like this, although being male he must have been and I am showing signs of selective forgetfulness. Oh yes, I was only thinking of him as a teenager, as a child he suffered from selective deafness and didn't understand a word I said to him. The only way he learned anything, was to suffer the dire consequences.