You gotta f*ck up now and then, at least as often as you
shine. As music has dynamics, as rivers
have floods and dry beds, as strippers go up and down the pole, so we all must go to-and-fro on the pendulum of life.
Only a dull boy is always at top dead center. He has no genius, no break-out moments. His best days are outliers.
I am taking inventory of the past week. Here’s a fuck up. I ordered a digital oscilloscope for the
radar lab, but forgot to order the probes.
What a spaetzle-head! I did order the
scope, but that was just expected. Top
dead center. Did I have a genius moment? Alas, no.
Let’s just say I’m saving that for next week.
My post title is borrowed from Al Franken as his Stuart
Smalley character on Saturday Night Live.
Franken is now a U.S. Senator from the Great State of Minnesota and seems to
at his mediocre best in his new role. That
seems to be our natural state. It keeps
us out of trouble, does it not?
Still, if there is any life in us, we inevitably have our
moments. I’d like to see the look on my
face when I look up and find I’m within inches of rear-ending the car in front
of me. I do see the look on your face
when you glance up at your rear view mirror and see me within inches of
rear-ending you. Which is to say,
perspective plays a role in the fuck-up-to-genius spectrum. Perhaps that little fright will teach you not
to suddenly slam on your brakes for no reason.
Genius!
I have had moments of sheer brilliance. Such as stocking the coffee cups in the
cabinet right above the coffee maker.
Real brains in action there. Or
when I stashed a spare pair of sun glasses in my glove compartment just in case I
forgot my regular pair at home. Your
admiration is a given.
Pause now to consider your most recent flash of genius. Your most recent screw-up. Do you only see that mediocre sandwich in between?
Here's a call to action. I say, go forth and swing freely on the pendulum of
life. Risk the f*ck ups and welcome
those genius moments. Don’t always be
your middling “best.”
Fortunately, my failing memory keeps me from dwelling on the failures. Unfortunately, my genius moments are swept into the same hole.
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