Concussive Ramblings

It's official: sometimes i do some pretty stupid things. More on that later.

This week turned out pretty good all things considered. I'm somewhat surprised it's already thursday, and more surprised that thanksgiving is only two weeks away, madness. Also there are only five weeks left in fall semester, it's gone way too fast.

Tuesday we went to another basketball game. As it turns out, i don't like basketball games nearly as much as football games, i dunno, they're just not as much fun, maybe there's too much scoring for me, as a soccer player, to feel comfortable. Either way, we almost got a free pizza but Nick dropped it, and i decided that diving headfirst into the ground just for a personal pizza was not worth it.

Ironically, last night i decided diving headfirst into the ground would be an awesome thing to do. On our way back from smiths and squirrel brothers (strawberry cheesecake icecream is as good as ever) i noticed a massive pile of leaves, by far the biggest i've seen in my life. So me, Madeline, and Molly, being far more awesome than James and Vanessa, jumped in. (i guess it makes no sense to facetiously insult people when they don't even read this to appreciate it). At some point i thought it would be cool to dive headfirst into the pile o' leaves, not reasoning that leaves don't have anywhere near that much cushion, and that diving into a 4 foot high pile of leaves can't be that much different from diving into 4 feet of water. It ended up being rather painful, and is definitely not something i would recommend.

The moral of this story, however, is in no way "look before you leap". I've discovered that, barring some very serious consequences, i generally don't regret the things like this i do, because they really were pretty fun. I sometimes regret the consequences, but usually only when they involve other people. I've said many a time i'd break my arm if that's what it took to go snowboarding again, and that's somewhat true. I never regretted having gone snowboarding, except for how it affected the swim team and how much it cost. I didn't mind much falling out of the treehouse other than, again, the financial cost. A lot of times i don't mind dealing with a little bit of pain, because that goes away pretty quickly, but then you have these great stories to tell, and fun memories, and all that jazz.

So that's my philosophy on leaping. Probably not the wisest of philosophies, but i find it makes for a much better life than 'don't leap'. Incidentally, in relation to all things dealing with people and such, i use the opposite philosophy, something of a 'look and then over analyze for ever before you leap, and then afterwards when the opportunity is gone regret not leaping." but whatever, at least i am, as aristotle would say, 'consistently inconsistent'. I'm also waxing verbose, so i'd better stop before i make any more concussive ramblings.

I'm going to take some aspirin.

By the by, is there any way to dive other than head first? It seems to me that a dive generally implies diving headfirst, and diving headfirst is a little redundant, and if we're going to be more technical, your head isn't usually first, your hands are first. Had i actually dived headfirst into the ground i probably wouldn't be writing about, but luckily i'm not that stupid.