When I set my mind to something, I generally aim to excel at anything I turn my hand to. Take my final subject for my post grad work – another High Distinction. I’m really thrilled that I got 88% for the essay, but secretly I’m wondering how I lost the last 12%. And my current novel? In yet another round of edits as I polish it up a little more. See – its all about the excellence. Because I want to be the very best at anything I do. Which obviously including being dumb.
I mean, reeeeeeally dumb.
Today Matthew asked me to call him after he finished at 4pm. OK. Admittedly I wasn’t so gracious about the idea of having to change my afternoon plans so I could be around to call him, but as I aim to excel in being dutiful (there is a word I won’t use too often about myself in a relationship!) at 4:05pm I started to punch the numbers in the phone keypad.
613 – 123-4567
Beeeeeeeeeeep of the busy signal.
4:08pm
613 – 123-4567
Beeeeeeeeeeep – get off the phone already!
4:14pm
613 – 123-4567
Beeeeeeeeeeep – mumbling under my breath.
4:19pm
613 – 123-4567
Beeeeeeeeeeep – openly calling out curses from the heavens in front of the girl child.
4:25pm
613 – 123-4567
Beeeeeeeeeeep – Fine! Bugger you. I’m not wasting any more of my time.
Flounce into the family room where my desk is set up, flip open the computer and sit down to start editing my current novel.
4:28pm
Realise that I’ve been calling 613- 123- 4567, that being my own home phone number instead of his mobile phone number.
And tonight, as his chest puffed out, wearing the hardly ever worn “I Am Right” shirt and he bragged about my stellar ditz moment to his friends over the phone, I confess I had tears of laughter streaming down my face all over again.
Oh my Lawd. Talk about dumb.
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