I was talking with a friend the other day about doing things.
Nebulous, I know.
A more specific explanation of the discussion would be that we were talking about the reasons we do things. And an even more specific explanation would be that we were talking about why I do some of the weird shit that I do.
I’m a big proponent of just doing things to do them so that you can at least say that you did them. The less actual meaning and palpable learning you can garner from said activity the better. If the story you get from having done what you did will be at least humorous, I’m much more inclined to do said thing.
The best example of this type of motivation would be taken from our actual conversation. She mentioned that she’d heard of a pill that was created some time ago that combatted over-perspiration. As a sweaty type of guy I can appreciate this type of medication. However, this drug takes all the sweat that you’d normally be pouring out of your chest and armpits and instead sends it out your balls.
Interesting trade-off, right? Instead of sporting pit-stains all day, you get permanent swamp crotch to the nth degree.
Then I was asked if this is something that I would try, and the answer was of course, yes. Sweaty balls be damned, imagine how funny it would be telling that story!
Am I alone in this?