Hobbles The Lazy
You’re probably like “who is HOBBLES”, well thats before this. That was back in May when I decided I wanted to goof off and tap the danger prone teenager that lives in me. Why am I mentioning it now? It fits right in with today….
I didn’t go to bed until close to three am. I mean who needs to sleep when you can talk on the phone and almost die of laughter at the thought of what can be done when your job ends? I was up talking to Sydney and good God does she have an idea for when I get home. She’s planned a trip to Six Flags for when i get home. I’m not much of a roller coaster type person, but hell, people change and you only live once, right? So I agreed. Well she was telling me of people’s “first times” on Superman and holy goodness I couldn’t help but snort with laughter at the thought of what i’ll be like when I go on it. i’m deathly afraid of heights (and yet i like to go on planes) and it’s just wow worthy. But after we finally said “g’night” to each other, i fell asleep, being exhausted as I was. I was out for a good…. 5 hours until I heard Goat 2 open my door and then slam it shut at which I rolled over and fell back asleep until close to eleven. Okay, I lied, I didn’t officially move from the half sleepy induced stupor until twelve. At which point the only reason i was up was because Goat 1 wanted to play video games, sure thing kiddo… sure thing. So i popped in my buds and wrote for a little, and just laid there in all of my laziness until i decided to reread my old notebook. The very same i had written in during school. So i’m reading it and laughing at myself and that’s when I came upon the entry when I had sprained my ankle because of my sheer stupidity. I mean, my idea that afternoon was great, sneak up on my cousin and get her soaked (it was a coldish afternoon for May, and she was mad at me already, so I figured why not add wood to the perverbial fire and see what happens [ah, thinking like my sister when i did that]). So I figured I’d sneak out the front door and sneak around back. Flawless, if i do say so myself, well that’s what i was thinking at the time. I forgot that the front door has a larger than average drop to the porch. And I stepped without looking at my feet, and whammo, next thing i know, i’m sprawled out, left foot underneith me in some wierd way and i’m BAWLING. It hurt so bad. Did my parents, aunt, aunt’s boyfriend, or anyone else really think to call the hospital or 911? Nope. My parents thought i’d be fine. Well… until I couldn’t stand up on my own and it hurt like HELL to move. Which it did. I DID NOT want to use my foot. No scrapes, just a really gross swollen ankle that I swear to God thought was going to kill me from the pain. Why am I reiterating this story though? Because It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon and I took a trip down memory lane to read about my stupidity that afternoon. Lesson learned, kinda. I mean, maybe it was Karma coming back to bite me in the ass for agitating my cousin (who by the way agitates me in every way and agitates me EVERY chance i get [she knows it too]), or maybe it was sheer bad luck that I would want to be sneaky and not look before stepping. But, to this day, I still don’t step properly on my heel like I’m supposed to with that foot. I toe step, and it drives Goat Mama CRAZY. Not that I TRY to toe step its a subconscious thing.
But what was the point of this whoel anecdote, story type thingey? Oh! How sometimes certain things (notebooks, songs, movies, poems, anything really) can act like a trigger to your memory and you can be instantly transported (memory-wise, not physically) back to whatever happened.
