Why, sometimes, are people compelled to do crazy things to amuse themselves?
Hugh bought a Desert Cooler last week. He left it on for too long one night and the motor burned out. Until this afternoon, he had a large, useless metal box in his window collecting dust. Today he decided it was time to return it because it "never worked."
So, how do two boys decide to transport a two-foot by four-foot box across campus to the market? To take the bus? Or to spend ten rupees and hire a rickshaw?
No. We decided the best option was to rest it on the small ledge on the back of Hugh's scooter. The idea was that I sit facing backwards clutching the sides of the box while Hugh navigated the dozen or so speed bumps and crazy busses to KC market. We survived, and so did the cooler, but it was dumb-ass crazy.
So crazy that it almost made me cry. The last time I remember doing silly-stupid stuff like that was when I was young enough to do it with my brothers. We would take the snowmobiles out and at least one would get tipped over, or we'd take out the dirtbike on the 80 and come back covered in mud. And then there were the snowball fights and neighborhood games of "ghost in the graveyard" where we snuck around on neighbor's rooftops (sorry, mom and dad).
It really made me miss those days, and it made me question whether "growing up" is ever too good an idea. I think I may do some more silly-stupid stuff. Maybe I can still talk Frank into doing them with me, for old times sake?
Flown by mariposa at 08:51 PM on April 22, 2005
The crazy stupid things we do as adults seem to revolve around bad relationships and those mistakes as well as all of the risks and vulnerabilities of the good relationships.
