We, as humans, walk (or sometimes run) through the natural progression of life. I assume that most of us have tried in earnest to abide by society’s rules and natural ethics. (Don’t we???) Hmmm…But upon reflection I have definite memories of having unintentionally misbehaved.
My invented term for just such a faux pax is a “Stupor Blooper!” It means that you essentially want to behave, but then you accidentally misbehave… thereby causing a “Stupor Blooper!” The cause behind it is that your brain is temporarily drenched in fear leaving you in a stupor. You then shock yourself by your reaction to the situation. If you are someone who typically likes to behave, you are then left trying to understand your actions and promising yourself you’ll never let it happen again. (yeah, right!)The welcome relief is that our justification for “Stupor Bloopers” is called being human…whew!
I have a memory, as a five year old, of being on an elevator in a department store with my mother. I remember standing at the back of the elevator and I noticed the doors were on the way to closing. Suddenly… I had this strong sense of utter entrapment. Sooo….here’s what I did. Some strange involuntary force caused me to bolt out of the elevator, as the doors were closing. I did not mean to cause anguish and upset for my mother, but I had no choice but to relieve myself from being trapped in a big box that moved up and down vertically…with doors that could quite possibly get stuck and never open up again.(right?)
Ok…on to another one of my “Stupor Bloopers!” I was innocently lying in the dental recliner as the dentist and his assistants prepared me for beginning a root canal on me. I had never had one before and did not know quite what to expect. Being that it was just a few years ago, I was essentially an all grown up adult (?) and not a scared five year old on an elevator. So there I lay semi-ready for what was to come my way. Then….I could feel a big (to me it felt HUGE) strip of something??? was being draped across my mouth.
And here’s when my “Stupor Blooper” instinctively began to surface again. Logically I knew that my dentist was not planning on smothering me. However, (illogically) I felt that I could stop breathing at any moment. Yikes! My brain was in full “Stupor Blooper” format. Here’s what I did to combat the feeling…are you ready? Here goes…I impulsively reached up and ripped it off my face! I could hardly believe what I had done and began apologizing profusely. In total embarrassment I said, “I’m so sorry! Am I the worst patient you’ve ever had?” They said that I was not (thank goodness.) They had had patients who ripped it off and then ran out of the room. At least I had stayed stationary. They were quite kind to me I’ll have to say in spite of my ridiculous behavior. I then said, “What is that thing you put on my mouth anyway?” They said that it was called a rubber dam. I laughingly said, “Well, I’m calling it a “rubber dammit!” Humor has a way of diffusing uncomfortable situations and causing much needed laughter!…thank goodness!!
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