I think I am cursed.
No, "cursed" is the wrong word.
"Blessed"? Maybe that's over the top.
Let's try again:
I think I have been offered the ability to wonder about the world that is
lying just beyond the grasp of my fingertips; whether for the better or the
worse.
What is that supposed to mean? you ask.
Well, it means that I have been cursed (or the positive equivilent of) with
the need (desire, longing, utterly unquenchable hope) to know everything I
can. If it were up to me, I think I would remain a student forever -- I
would major in everything at least twice (except for maybe dance theater, I
don't think that would be my cup of tea), so as not to miss taking a class
that might have taught me something. And then, just for the fun of it, I
would major and minor in everything one more time (and THEN I might probably
consider doing the dance theater thing...).
This is why I have decided that I need some extra lives laying around.
So, today I offer to you my answer to that question in that stupid survey
that was previously posed in my last Dose
(www.geocities.com/darah_bel/dose36.html if you missed it).
If you haven't filled out your copy of it yet, go to
http://us.geocities.yahoo.com/gb/sign?member=darah_bel and try it. (For
those of you have filled it out -- thanks! Your answers have been
wonderfully stupid and stupidly enlightening!)
And, I promised I would answer the question, so here goes:
Hmm . . . So, what would I do if I had an extra life just laying around?
A whole other 74 years of a life, ready to jump at my every whim?
I would devote it to learning everything I could possibly want to learn.
I would become an astronomer.
A mathematician.
A wandering musician, a revolutionary artist . . .
President. Hedgemon (don't worry, that Dose is coming soon!).
A theologian. Theologer? Theorist? No, theologian sounds more correcter.
I'd become a philosopher.
I'd be a dork devoted to doing stupid stuff just for the fun of it and
writing about it to make other people laugh. How, you ask, does that make
other people laugh and feel happy? It makes others happy to know that they
are not that dorky . . . with a capital "duh".
I would become a . . .
Wait a second. That dork one . . . That's what my current life is . . .
Anyway, I think I's probably just keep the extra life in my back pocket for
times when I think up more stuff I need an extra life for. I'll just have to
remember to take it out of my pocket before I wash my jeans. Can you imagine
what would happen if an extra life went through the wash? It would probably
get all faded and crinkled like that grocery list I had. Imagine how many
extra lives people would have if they didn't forget to take them out of their
jeans before they did their laundry! Not to mention remembered to turn their
socks right-side-out (thanks, mom!).
Oh, so anyway, back to my answer.
So, with quantum physicist as a close second, I think I'd have to devote my
extra life to . . .
Being a cosmologist.
Not a cosmetologist (making people beautiful).
Or a cosmopolitanologist (a student of the magazine).
Not even a neopolatinologist (no, not someone who studies Napolean -- someone
who studies my favorite kind of ice cream, of course!).
But, that's right . . . a cosmologist.
A student of the cosmos.
It makes my brain flex just comprehending trying to comprehend all of the
vast mysteries and theories and empty space in . . . well, space.
Ah, that's what I would do with an extra life. Be a student of the
universe. Be a student of life.
Wait. That's also what I am right now . . .
Hm. So much for the extra life. I guess I'll just have to keep it in my
back pocket for reference, and stick to learning everything with the overly
curious life I am blessed with living right now.
That's right: not cursed. But truly and surely blessed.