I like the concept of doing deep dives. No, not literal ocean dives. That just freaks me out. Do you know what’s in the deep dark waters? I get the heebie jeebies just thinking about it. Yeah, the concept makes me that uneasy, and I don’t usually get freaked out easily.

I can think of a few things that might have caused this at an early age. I watched Jaws as a kid, but I can re-watch it perfectly fine because it’s a good film. Still, it might’ve played a part. There’s also a Sea World commercial I saw as a kid that has a freaky fish popping out at one point. And there’s that big eel from Super Mario 64 with the ginormous piercing eyes that stare into your soul.

Not posting a screenshot by the way, I’m not that evil.*

I have a feeling it’s because I saw Pinocchio at a young age and never re-watched it since. Yeah, take a wild guess why.

Well, okay this scene is incredibly terrifying too, but you know what I mean. Monstro the whale is so massive that I convince (i.e. “brainwash”) myself somehow not to picture him whenever his name comes to mind.

You know, I actually wondered at one point if that’s even possible. I like to think it is. I mean, people do take part in self-hypnosis. But what I’m thinking of specifically is the time I once brainwashed myself into being a classy gentleman with proper table manners.

I was 8 years old, and I jokingly pretended to be a pompous teacher who’d threaten to smack classmates’ hands with a yardstick or ruler if they didn’t follow proper table manners. Of course, I didn’t actually have a yardstick or ruler, but the idea was still there. If it was up to me, I woulda’ preferred something less harmful but still good enough to result in mild embarrassment at the very least. A forehead flick, perhaps?

Yeah that’ll work.

Anyway, I was so well-versed in the table manners, that I ended up teaching (again, brainwashing) myself into having said proper manners.

I know I know. The purists out there are probably saying, “Honey, that ain’t brainwashing. Brainwashing is when someone uses psychological tactics to get someone to do their bidding all so they can take advantage of some gullible poor sap to make them do stuff for ’em instead of doing things them self like a normal person. Because that’d mean facing reality and having to work a meaningless job that makes them go home to their loved one to eat another leftover culinary abortion as they wish someone would kick ’em in the crotch so hard that it makes them leave their physical body, entering another plane of existence with the same feeling they’d get if their aforementioned loved one told them the leftover meal was only there because an old flame came by and dropped it off in exchange for sexual favors that they performed on top of your car when you were sleeping. And plot twist, old flame is now new flame and now YOU’RE the new flame all because of what you did.” Well you know what?

You’re probably right, but I say it’s some form of “unintended” self-brainwashing. And hey, in this context with these words, I’d say I’m about an eighth of the way right, and an eighth of the way right is close to being half-way right. And that’s practically being fully right, so I’d say I got this. We both got this.

 

I was never all that good at utilizing fractions. Can you tell? Learning it at a young age was fine, and revisiting it in later math classes was okay, but using them outside of school? Hardly did it. I’d rather not go on about math, it’s one of the last things I’d ever expect (let alone think about) when writing on here. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever touched on math in any entry. That may warrant a deep dive on my own entries.

Heh, hey… saying that made this entry come full circle somewhat. Does that count as me utilizing geometry in a blog post? 

I guess there’s a first for everything. See ya next time!

 

*I’m aware that saying I’m not evil and then posting what is widely considered the most traumatizing scene from Disney’s Pinocchio where what’s-his-nuts becomes a donkey seems hypocritical and downright twisted, but hey… as long as you didn’t click the play button, I think we’re both fine. Right?

Right.