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This week’s topic: Craziest thing you have ever done
I have to confess that this was a really really hard post for me to write. I don’t think of myself as a particularly daring person – I mean I don’t even ride roller coasters! I guess crazy could also mean foolish things, but I’ve done A LOT of stupid things in my (almost) 30 years. I don’t regret any of them, though, since I’m happy with who and where I am in my life and I got there because of the stupid things I’ve done, as much as because of the smart things.
Trying to come up with ideas for this post I asked my mom what she thought the craziest thing I’ve ever done was and she came up with a bunch of anecdotes from my childhood. Like the time I discovered a razor and shaved off half my eyebrow. Or the time I thought Soft Scrub was shampoo and used it to wash my hair (which had consequences for years to come). I agree these were pretty crazy (as in foolish) things I did, but what kid hasn’t done something similar? And there’s not a lot to say about them besides, “I was a kid and did dumb stuff.”
When I told my brother that I was having a hard time coming up with anything crazy I’d done he kind of rolled his eyes at me and said (almost a quote) “You’ve done plenty of crazy things but you want to keep your post G rated.” And then he proceeded to remind me of the period of my life I seem to have conveniently forgotten: my nineteenth year (aka the first year after I moved out on my own). And he was only half right – I did do lots of crazy things, but I have no problem sharing them with you (at least the quick, PG-13 snippet of them).
If I had to pick a theme song for that year I might choose Kesha’s “TiK ToK” or even Katy Perry’s “I Kissed a Girl.” My apartment – which I shared with my friend of (now) almost 20 years Lorene – was party central (even when we were out partying somewhere else, a party was going on at our place). Technically we had about 5 or 6 roommates at any given moment, but most the time I didn’t know these people and just had 1 rule: my room was off limits (which amazingly they all respected). It didn’t matter what time you came over, there was a party happening. I remained responsible, somehow working almost 70 hours a week at the company where I stayed for 5 years and received 6 promotions. I would come home from work, to find a party going on (of course), grab a couple double shots of Southern Comfort (which was our drink of choice for some reason. To this day, Lorene and I both cringe at the mention of Southern Comfort, or SoCo as we called it), run into my room and change and then come back out to enjoy the party. This yielded all kinds of hijinks that I probably will take with me to the grave, but lets just say that I DID go pretty crazy. I drank, I danced, I passed out, I played my first game of spin the bottle, I went clubbing, I smoked my first and last cigarettes, and I fell in lust a few times. I never did drink so much that I got sick, so that’s something I guess.
I have to follow all this up with a kind of disclaimer, though. First of all, this craziness lasted for 9 months to a year tops. One day I was just tired of it. A couple of things happened: (1) I got my first promotion at work and started taking my job a lot more seriously and (2) I met my boyfriend (who I’m still with almost 9 years later, by the way), and I didn’t really dig the party scene anymore. Second disclaimer – I grew up in a very strict environment. I was basically your stereotypical preacher’s daughter. I spent my first 18 years sheltered, naive, and completely closed out to the world. So when I finally got my freedom, I went a little, well… crazy! Ultimately, though, I’m a good-girl/nerd/workaholic/bookworm at heart and that didn’t last. It was a blip really in my otherwise very responsible life. A blip that, of course, my little brother will never let me forget. 🙂
So, I’ve spilled – your turn!
What’s the craziest thing you have ever done?