uber-nerd

We humans need to set a good level of thinkage. Sometimes, we don't think enough. Sometimes, we think too much. And sometimes, we think just the right amount.

Take Obama winning last night, for example. I suppose 53% of this country would call that thinking just the right amount.

People flipping over cars and setting things on fire to celebrate his victory? That would be not thinking enough.

Me? Well, I would say I fit in under the "thinking too much" category. 

At 2 am, I returned to my room from studying and was getting ready to wash up and sleep. As I set my books and laptop down on my desk, I see out of the corner of my eye a hideously huge cockroach. Or some bug of that sort. My initial reaction is: FREAK OUT. I jump back away from my desk, stand on my bed, and contemplate my next actions. Should I throw a boot at it? Should I roll up a newspaper and chase it off somewhere? I choose neither option and decide to call a male hallmate. Given that it's 2 am, he doesn't pick up. So, I call the one other person that comes to mind and he says he'll be right over.

In the meantime, these are the thoughts that enter my head. 

A) How did that thing possibly get in here? 

B) There's no food lying around! 

C) Wow, no wonder Gregor(from Kafka's novella The Metamorphosis)'s family could not stand him. Imagine having that thing multiplied by 10x in size festering in one of the rooms in your house. Could I unconditionally love my brother/son if he turned into a hujungous cockroach? How did they ever get rid of him after he died? That would be beyond nasty.

D) AH. Where did it go?! (At this point, it disappeared behind my desk drawers.

So by the time said awesome person gets to my room, the thing is gone. Poof! And I am afraid to go to sleep because I think it'll eat my face off while I'm off in dreamland.

Today, I wake up at 8:58 am for my 9 am math recitation, and instead of

A) Shoot! I'm late!

B) Should I go or should I keep sleeping?

the first thoughts that enter my head are C) What if it's still in here? Festering in some corner of my room? Shedding its exoskeleton and planting larvae in a secluded area behind my refrigerator? Do cockroaches like dark, damp places? What am I going to do?! Isn't there some kind of bug/animal that sacrifices itself for its young to eat? Oh, wasn't that the squid?

Eventually, I pulled myself out of bed and sleepily ran towards class.

But yes, knowing too much literature and biology can actually be a bad thing. And thinking too much can be even worse.