I like to think that I am pretty smart.
I consider myself a geek – I even have a Geek card.
I like science fiction and can follow along with twisting plots – even when there happens to be a tear in the space/time continuum or a hole in the universe or the fabric of reality. There are a lot of holes in science fiction, come to think of it.
I have a great memory and can spout random dates and numbers and obscure details about events in history.
But sometimes, I am not so bright. In fact, I can feel like a genuine space cadet. Not like Wesley Crusher, Star Trek boy genius space cadet – but rather, spacey – as in spaced-out. And not like Kevin Spacey, who actually seems rather cerebral and not spacey at all.
The other morning as I was dropping David off at work, he realized that he had left his cellphone at home on his nightstand. I didn’t have any appointments so I told him I would drop it off to him after I took Captain Alpha to school.
When I got home, I put his phone in my pocket and got ready to go back out the door.
I stopped to text him first.
I didn’t realize what I had done when I heard the in-coming text notification. I had just sent a text when I knew he didn’t have his phone.
See what I mean? Sometimes? Space cadet.
Moments like this can get me down. I can feel of inadequate and unworthy and “why am I so dumb?”
But for some reason that morning, I thought of it differently. I laughed it off. And in part, I have blogging to thank for it.
Isn’t that what life is a lot of times? People trying their best – and sometimes we get it right. We are organized and efficient and we have it going on.
But other times, without even realizing it, we can do truly hair-brained things.
One of the most popular posts EVER on my blog is one I wrote about the time I cooked the absorbent meat pad.
I couldn’t believe it when I did that one – I ruined our supper by cooking that thing for HOURS.
But you know what? Nearly every day, I get search engine hits from people searching for some variation of ‘cooked meat pad.’ I has made me realize that there are a lot of people out there slow roasting their meat pads.
And that always makes me smile.
Mostly because it also tells me I am not alone. Someone else is out there lamenting over their Crock Pot or roasting pan thinking “How could I do that?”
One of my favourite parts of blogging is that “me too!” moment. When you read someone’s words and see yourself. It makes me feel not that I am stupid and a failure. But in fact that I am normal and that others have had the same feelings. Everybody messes up sometimes.
So thank you, blogging. I am not Wesley Crusher, but I am my own special brand of space cadet – and therefore, normal. And that is a good feeling to have.
PS – All you people who found me because you cooked your meat pad – did you still eat the meat? I am always curious.
Do you ever have non-Star Trek space cadet moments? Ever spacey in the non-Kevin Spacey way?