Timsup2nothin
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This thread is for posting and discussion of things you are sure must have taught you something, but aren't sure what. The root premise is this; if I didn't learn something from this particular mostly mundane event, why do I remember it?
I'll give an example.
When I was a wee lad, as my grandparents would say, my family went to visit them on 'holiday' in Chicago. Scare quotes because my family's idea of vacations definitely taught me that vacations suck and as an adult I have heartily tried to avoid them. On this particular occasion we brought an aunt and cousin back with us so they in turn could have a holiday in southern California. I cannot say how old I was exactly, but my sister was still living at home so the cap is ten and my brother was not so the base is seven.
Now, my family had this old beaten down toaster. In its infirmity it was no longer capable of actually pushing hot toast high enough to grab. To get toast from the toaster one had three known options. You could wait, because as the springs cooled down they would slowly regain their springiness and after a while your cold toast would be available. This was flawed. You could turn the toaster upside down and dump your toast out, along with a mountain of cindered crumbs that had been in the bottom of the toaster for who knows how long, many of which would wind up piled on your toast. This was also flawed. Or, since the toast was actually right there just at or below the top of the toaster you could stick it just below the crust with a fork and lever it up far enough to grab and pull out. This was a well known thing to do in my family.
So, one fine day I am making some toast for myself and my cousin. She already has hers, and mine has just "popped" to the extent our toaster can manage so I'm about to pull it out when my aunt walks into the kitchen and loses her mind. She actually pushes me and knocks the fork out of my hand, knocking over the toaster in the process. She is hollering so much that my mom comes running as she is berating me for trying to electrocute myself.
Now, I knew for a fact that my mother has pulled toast out of the toaster the exact same way I was doing, and that my aunt's description of how I was "shoving a fork into the toaster" is crazily exaggerated. I also knew enough about how toasters work to know that any wiring that is live when not actually toasting is way down in a little crumb proof compartment in the bottom because I had at one point disassembled the toaster in an effort to figure out why it was such a pain in the butt to make toast in our otherwise well equipped household.
And yet my mother does not tell my aunt to calm down and quit being stupid, she joins in this "trying to electrocute yourself" jam and throws in some typical "wait until your father hears about this" flavoring.
I'm sure that something in my reaction to this provides some roots for my relationships with technology as well as people, but I've never really been able to pin down exactly what. I do know that it is very close to the only thing I remember from my aunt and cousin's visit, and is most certainly the only thing that ever drifts to mind unbidden or that I really remember in any sort of detail.
So there you go, an example. Anyone?
I'll give an example.
When I was a wee lad, as my grandparents would say, my family went to visit them on 'holiday' in Chicago. Scare quotes because my family's idea of vacations definitely taught me that vacations suck and as an adult I have heartily tried to avoid them. On this particular occasion we brought an aunt and cousin back with us so they in turn could have a holiday in southern California. I cannot say how old I was exactly, but my sister was still living at home so the cap is ten and my brother was not so the base is seven.
Now, my family had this old beaten down toaster. In its infirmity it was no longer capable of actually pushing hot toast high enough to grab. To get toast from the toaster one had three known options. You could wait, because as the springs cooled down they would slowly regain their springiness and after a while your cold toast would be available. This was flawed. You could turn the toaster upside down and dump your toast out, along with a mountain of cindered crumbs that had been in the bottom of the toaster for who knows how long, many of which would wind up piled on your toast. This was also flawed. Or, since the toast was actually right there just at or below the top of the toaster you could stick it just below the crust with a fork and lever it up far enough to grab and pull out. This was a well known thing to do in my family.
So, one fine day I am making some toast for myself and my cousin. She already has hers, and mine has just "popped" to the extent our toaster can manage so I'm about to pull it out when my aunt walks into the kitchen and loses her mind. She actually pushes me and knocks the fork out of my hand, knocking over the toaster in the process. She is hollering so much that my mom comes running as she is berating me for trying to electrocute myself.
Now, I knew for a fact that my mother has pulled toast out of the toaster the exact same way I was doing, and that my aunt's description of how I was "shoving a fork into the toaster" is crazily exaggerated. I also knew enough about how toasters work to know that any wiring that is live when not actually toasting is way down in a little crumb proof compartment in the bottom because I had at one point disassembled the toaster in an effort to figure out why it was such a pain in the butt to make toast in our otherwise well equipped household.
And yet my mother does not tell my aunt to calm down and quit being stupid, she joins in this "trying to electrocute yourself" jam and throws in some typical "wait until your father hears about this" flavoring.
I'm sure that something in my reaction to this provides some roots for my relationships with technology as well as people, but I've never really been able to pin down exactly what. I do know that it is very close to the only thing I remember from my aunt and cousin's visit, and is most certainly the only thing that ever drifts to mind unbidden or that I really remember in any sort of detail.
So there you go, an example. Anyone?