…you’re gonna get burned.

I’m stupid. I’m one to tempt danger.

I’ll stay awake and starve myself on a coding binge, even though it means I’ll likely get sick (or get a canker sore).
I’ll throw a basketball at a bee hive to see what would happen (well, it was my bro that did it…I was in the car, videotaping it).
I’ll light a piece of paper on fire with the lighter I just got in my Grade 8 Quebec trip, while staying at a dorm, only to be caught by my teacher.
Maybe it’s hereditary, like my dad vacuuming a hamster…

You look from the sidelines and think “Really? What the fuck did you think was going to happen?“.

It’s these things you do that seem harmless as you’re doing it, but the moment something bad happens…you think “oh shit”. And a failure of epic proportions ensues.
And then the moment after the “oh shit” moment, it’s asking yourself “what was I thinking?”. Just absolutely failing in a spectacular EPIC FAIL kinda way, but not noticing until it’s too late.

Anyways, I had that moment today. Possibly the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my life that I knew I was doing…but not realizing the obvious fail of it. The “I don’t know what I was thinking”. The thing that can’t be explained through logic or intelligence, the giant gap in logic that….is uncharacteristic of me. Or maybe not, given the above.

I promise never to be that stupid again.

To say I wish this day never happened would be a lie. It had to happen and I needed it to happen. To wish that I was never so stupid in the first place, that is a wish that I wish could be granted. But getting burned is the first step to learning your (albeit, obvious) mistake, and letting the healing process begin. And I’ll know next time that I won’t ever burn myself or anyone like this again.