Tuesday, March 8, 2011

No, Let's Not Think About It

Shall we attempt to pull it out on our own, ignoring the imminence throbbing pain that this sharp object has created by being jammed into our ocular cavity? Will you hear or feel the knocking, and tinkering in your skull as you attempt pulling it out?
Surely you don't want to think about it at all do you? No, of course not, but wouldn't trying not think about it eventually make you think more about it? The thought would creep up on you, and you would forever feel like a coward in constant fear trying to hide from it. Trying so hard to think about something else until you can't. So shouldn't we just think it all out as much as possible to exhaust continued torture from this morbidly terrifying dilemma which you'd hope to never deal with?
Have you ever tried hard not to do something, and shockingly it happened as much as you prepared yourself to not think about it? Let's not indulge in this insanity. Perhaps you should have convinced yourself that it could never have happened so we can move passed this disturbing quandary.
Normally your eyelashes have quick reflexes that allow enough time for that thin layer of skin eyelid to protect you. Remember ever getting hit in the head? Your hair offered some warning much like your eyelashes which usually give you a split blink to protect you, but not this time. Perhaps you tripped (too busy bracing yourself to fall to cover your eyes), or a freak accident while driving sends fast moving projectiles. No, let's not think about this. Doesn't matter how anymore. What do you do now? Pull it out? Seek help? How awkward is that going to be?  You'll have to show other people how horrifyingly disgusting , and grotesque you are in order to seek their help. They'll forever remember seeing you with this blunt bloody object stuck in your head. You'll quite possibly forever be their worst sight ever seen. They'll spend the rest of their lives describing this horrid visual of you to everyone they know. So no, you should try to get it out yourself before shock sets in, and you die. I mean had you interrupted the other person, what were you supposed to do, or say? "Excuse me sir, I'm sorry, I know you're enjoying a latte and reading your paper, but I've got this thing stuck in my eye, in my head, can I beg your pardon to fetch me some medical help if you're not too busy?" Of course no words would be needed. Once they saw you, they'd immediately seek help for a medical emergency. But in the meantime are you just going to wait until you pass out while you're feeling the worst stabbing pain in your head that you've ever felt in your life? The pain so strong that ignoring it is impossible. You can't see it, but you can feel it stuck their. Pulling it out could cause more damage like twirling a fork in spaghetti, only the noddle would be in your head, scratching your brain. No Bennet, I don't want to think about this anymore. Well....fine then, but you're too late. ;)
Insert maniacal laughter...   

10 comments:

  1. hm...is this a metaphor of some kind? Can't I keep my head buried in the sand? If it's not a metaphor, I'm totally waiting for someone else to deal with it. Hm...just like in the metaphor. Nevermind.

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  2. Karen, I'm trying to change gears, and get back to my original formula which was to toy with ideas that give me the heebie jeebies. I've always thought it was funny when a person says:" I'm not going to do this", then does it anyway.
    I might scare away my few fledgling readers. This blog was never about pleasing the masses, as much as providing original thought experiments.

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  3. thought experiments are RIGHT ON...I still probably wouldn't deal with my own scissors in the eye though. I didn't even deal with my sliced open baby finger, when I had a squash cutting mishap.

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  4. Ouwwa...sorry
    When I was a kid I used to imagine some really horrible things. Some might say that's exactly why I'm so fucked up, and they might be right. A mask with an elastic rubber band snapped into my eye when I was a kid. It was the cause of constant irritation for several years. I suppose it always stuck with me.

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  5. oh geez! Now THAT'S an image, Bennet. What's so fucked up about you? I see intelligent, cynical, witty and sarcastic--some of my favourite qualities! Ha, what's the problem with that?!?

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  6. I can get carried away. Is not an absolute of course, but thanks. I'm a moody person. I've increased my fiber which has helping quite a bit. I love me, I just can't brag about it you know.

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  7. You are fucked up in the way most creatives are assumed to be fucked up ( but in reality are not), but that is probably why I stated reading you when I WAS 17.

    That picture is a bit disconcerting though.

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  8. Cooper, you were 17 back then? And here I was thinking you were 15 turning 16 at the time. I always think you're younger than you are. I was actually trying to be entertaining back then too. Posting 3 to 4 a week regularly. I was somewhat enthusiastic about it, and it was sort of fun. I miss the that.

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  9. Going a little Steven King. I like it.

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