Thursday, January 12, 2012

I Am Electrifying

I carry a lot of static electricity.  Like an unusually large amount.  I am constantly shocking people – from the static, not my behavior.  Although sometimes my behavior too, but I’ve gotten better about that… 
I have no scientific proof but I kinda feel like my static issue is a result of an incident that occurred when I was about 10.  My mom took us to the car wash and there was a cement sign/marquee that had a lamppost coming out of it – similar to this:


Except the cement part was smaller and there was no ocean. Or pigeon.  Well, there may have been pigeons but never when we were around. 
It was just this small little cement block and my sisters and I use to run around and play on it while my Mom washed the car.  I think she preferred that car wash because we would go free and stay out of her way. 
We would jump up there, swing around the lamppost and pretend to be Broadway stars up on stage.  It was so much fun.  Until the day that it all went horribly wrong. 
I jumped up, grabbed the post and the very next minute I felt the weirdest sensation of my life.  I don’t even have words to describe it.  Everything was in slow motion, I had no control over my body and I felt like I was being suspended in the air.  Then abruptly, it stopped.  I was on the ground.  I looked down and saw blood all over my hand - my fingertips looked like they had been popped open.  I didn’t know what happened but I knew it wasn’t good and I was scared.  I just started screaming.
I had received an electric shock.  The current entered the tips of my middle finger, ring finger, and pinky and exited the same way.  The doctors were surprised because apparently it's unusal for a current to have the same entry/exit point. Personally, I found the whole experience unusual.

No one knows how it happened; it wasn’t anything obvious to my parents or to the owner. No exposed wires or anything like that.  It was just one of those freaky things. 
Of course, it ended my Broadway star days.  I never, ever climbed up on that cement block again.  Never felt like pretending to be a Broadway star after that either.
And besides the tiny scars on my fingertips you would never know it happened. 

Well, that and the fact that I attract more electricity than anyone else I know…



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