It’s the cracks that make us interesting
So the other night I was briefly watching “Running with Bear
Grylls”, or what should be called “Bear Grylls interviews celebrities after
making them eat maggots and sleep with him”. He had just spent the night spooning
with one of the Jonas brothers (Alec I think, or Daniel, might have even been
Stephen) and was conducting an in-depth interview whilst both of them were
chilling their stones sitting in the snow. The Elephant Dung Drinker made the
comment during his Oprah moment ‘It’s the cracks that make us interesting’ and
I had to send that line to myself immediately as I knew it was a great theme
for a blog. I also knew that if I didn’t send myself a note I would forget what
it was he had said and would have to come up with a theme for this weeks blog
all by myself.
Yes that was a long intro to nowhere but remember to be
eligible for a Pulitzer I actually need to write something J
So this week it is all about the cracks, of the non-plumber
type, that make us interesting. Let’s face it, if I was to list all my cracks I
would be here all day, and that is definitely not happening on Poets Day – sort
of ruins the whole premise of leaving work early. So instead of going somewhere
no-one wants to go (professional or amateur) let’s just look at the general
concept of our cracks making us interesting.
Funny thing is that most people try to smooth over the
cracks as they are the bits that trip us up on the sidewalk of life. They grab
a bucket of spackle, a trowel and if necessary a disk grinder to knock the
edges down just so that they are easy to walk over. Ok, that may be a bit cruel
but I was thinking of smooth sidewalks vs bumpy ones. A few years ago a bumpy
sidewalk damn near sent me to meet the big guy with the beard after the chain
ring on a mountain bike I was riding went through a decent chunk of my foot, an
inch to the left would have been very bad for me. Yes we had been drinking and
yes Mrs B I am still sorry about the blood on the sheets. J If that sidewalk had been
smooth and sans cracks then I would be sans cool scar and cool story. It was
the crack that made it interesting.
It is the same with people. Sure some people have a few too
many cracks and need some medicated spackle to smooth them over but as usual I
have done absolutely no research at all on this topic so I cannot speak to
that. All I can speak to is the cracks I see and the cracks I know. The thing
about some cracks is that they might just start as a micro fissure that, after
having enough pressure applied, is not so micro any more. These are probably
the bad cracks in one’s personality as they are not formed out of choice. Then
there are the cracks that we put in ourselves to make sure we are not smooth
and rounded (those of us who don’t want to be). Some of those cracks are simple
and harmless, like writing this blog or reading it (although reading it is more
mindless than harmless) and some might not be. It is the cracks that we try so
hard to hide from others that really are the scariest, the cracks that we don’t
want to be seen in the light, as they might just give someone the ability to
look a little too deeply into our souls. We just need to know that we all have
cracks but that those cracks don’t have to control how we roll and that some of
those cracks might actually help us roll in the direction we need to go.
It is the cracks that make us interesting otherwise we would
all roll exactly the same way, and that just wouldn’t be any fun.
As per my usual high standards this blog has exceeded 700
words and for some weird reason none of them are cuss words. The FDA has
advised me to advise you that this blog contains no GMOs or Gluten products so
it is safe to consume. It also contains at least 25% of your daily
waste-your-time dietary requirements and 2 words (even though they are the
same) in French. Finally I am aware that the Jonas brothers and the Baldwin
brothers are only similar in one way, they all want to be the Roberts Brothers.
Work hard, play hard, earn your inspiration and watch out
for the cracks (I promise not to bend over in front of you when you read this –
unless you have at least paid for dinner and a movie)
Happy Poets Day
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