A while back I bought
a book called “642 Things to Write About.” Basically every page has a random
idea for you to write anything you want about. One is “The Worst Thanksgiving
Dinner You Ever Had.” Another is “Introduce Your Imaginary Friend.” I’ve filled
out a few of them. The Thanksgiving dinner one was about eating my dead
grandmother. While it was the worst dinner ever, I’ve always had a craving for
that flavor ever since. (Note: That never happen)
I’m going to use this
book whenever I don’t have a topic to write about and just use a random topic
from the 642. These posts will be called "642 TTWA."
Today’s Random Thing TO Write About:
“What won’t you touch with a
10-foot pole? Why?”
There are many ways for me to answer this question. First, I
will answer this question the way that I want to. Second, I will answer the
question as I think it was meant to be answered. Finally, I will discuss bears.
Answer 1: My answer
Hmm... What won’t I touch with a 10-foot pole? Well if I’m
being, honest, and I like to think that this is a place for honesty, I’d say
just about everything. I wouldn’t touch most things with a 10-foot pole. Let’s
go into my reasons why.
Reason Pizzeria Uno: How
much does this pole weigh? What’s it made out of? Metal? If it’s metal it’s
probably going to be pretty heavy and unless you’re trying to get a work out
in, there’s not much point in picking up this pole. Especially if you're just picking up this pole to NOT touch something. Why even bother touching the pole. Even if you wanted to touch something, you’d probably struggle to
balance it out and end up just falling down. Or worse! Hurting someone else.
(Note: This was an intentionally hit, and it was a 2x4 not a pole, but it still proves my point)
Reason It Takes Two
To Tango: I can’t think of anytime in my life a 10-foot pole was somehow
entered into my life, I preceded to pick it up, and then decided to touch things
that I like! Because that’s the other side of this question! What WOULD you
touch with a 10-foot pole? If there are things you wouldn’t touch, there must
be things you would touch? Why is anyone touching ANYTHING with a 10-foot pole?
Yes, I'll admit there are a few things that people do touch with 10-foot poles.
Pole Vaulters use them all the time to touch the “Box” (I looked it up. Fun bit
of trivia next time you’re out with your friends).
Other pole users include people who work at circuses. Not the clowns or elephants or lions. I'm talking about the people who build the circus tent before the circus starts. There are a lot of long poles being used there. Tepees are basically just smaller circus tents with more chance to get smallpox. So add those Redskins to the list of Pole Users (Redskins is the politically acceptable term for Native Americans, right?). Big Wig Movie Producers too. They are always looking for the next Tent-Pole Franchise. And then there’s those house gutter cleaning tools. The ones you’ve “SEEN ON TV.”
(Note: Pole Vaulting Is Difficult)
Other pole users include people who work at circuses. Not the clowns or elephants or lions. I'm talking about the people who build the circus tent before the circus starts. There are a lot of long poles being used there. Tepees are basically just smaller circus tents with more chance to get smallpox. So add those Redskins to the list of Pole Users (Redskins is the politically acceptable term for Native Americans, right?). Big Wig Movie Producers too. They are always looking for the next Tent-Pole Franchise. And then there’s those house gutter cleaning tools. The ones you’ve “SEEN ON TV.”
(There is no way this woman would ever clean gutters. I'm not being sexist. She's wearing tons of make up and look at those boots.)
I really think this question should be asked to these people.
Especially the pole vaulters. I’m sure that almost ever pole vaulter has spent
a day touching stuff with their poles. Maybe they put some type of net or grapple device that allows them to grab things without them getting up from the couch. Here’s a guy who’s touching anything and everything in his living room with his pole. He’d
definitely have a good solid idea of what he wouldn’t touch with a 10-foot
pole.
Reason Three’s
Company: The question makes no sense! It assumes that you have a 10-foot
pole and that you very deliberately touch or don’t touch things with it. And
whoever is asking the question is jumping to the conclusion that the things you
choose not to touch are the things you don’t like. I’m sorry, but I’m not sure
why someone would think that. I'd find the opposite true.
If I was sitting in the park, eating my lunch by myself on a
bench, eating my lunch (say a egg salad sandwich) and someone came by with a
huge pole, stood 10-feet away from me and then started poking me with it, I
would get pissed off! I wouldn’t even for a second think ,“This guy likes me!
That’s why he’s choosing to poke me with this large pole from afar and not even
utter a word to me. What a kind fellow.” No. My reaction would be to get up and
beat the shit out of him. Actually, if I am truly being honest, which I like to
think this is a place for honesty, my reaction would probably be to get up and
just walk away. Not say anything to him and just leave the situation behind.
The opposite to this is true as well. If I’m sitting on the
same bench, eating my lunch (this time let’s be naughty and make my lunch ICE
CREAM!) and I see a guy carrying a 10-foot pole just start poking everything he
sees except for me. He’s poking the trees, poking the playground, poking the
chess pieces on the chess boards, poking ice pops that people just bought from
that old man (that’s who I got my lunch from). He’s poking everything and
everyone, except for me. I can’t imagine that any of those people are happy
about this guy with the pole. The only happy person is me, laughing at the
insanity going on in front of me, watching all these jack wagons getting poked.
I’m happy because I’m not getting poked by a 10-foot pole.
ACTUAL ANSWER THEY ARE
LOOKING FOR
How I understand the question, as it’s meant to be
answered is, what are things you really don’t like and wouldn't even want to go
near it. I have heard it used in a social setting when people feel awkward
where the pole touching is more figurative than literal. “Abortion? I’m not
touching that with a 10-foot pole.” Overhearing two friends fight about a girl.
“You slept with my wife?!” I’m not touching that discussion with a figurative
pole and at no point in the future would I be touching that wife with any
length of a literal pole.
Or better yet. If a guy starts poking me with a 10-foot pole in the park while I'm eating my egg salad sandwich, I'm walking away because I'm not touching that situation with a 10-foot pole.
So what wouldn't I touch?
For safety reasons, I wouldn’t touch anything electrical with a 10-foot pole, especially if the pole is metal. I wouldn’t touch the inside of an active volcano with a 10-foot pole because that means that I’m probably inside the volcano as well. (Unless it’s a really tiny volcano like one of those 3rd grade science projects. Those I’d be fine with touching.) I can see safety playing a big part in my decision in choosing things to not touch with this pole.
For safety reasons, I wouldn’t touch anything electrical with a 10-foot pole, especially if the pole is metal. I wouldn’t touch the inside of an active volcano with a 10-foot pole because that means that I’m probably inside the volcano as well. (Unless it’s a really tiny volcano like one of those 3rd grade science projects. Those I’d be fine with touching.) I can see safety playing a big part in my decision in choosing things to not touch with this pole.
(I wouldn't touch that "Science Is Fun" kid with a 10-foot pole)
But let me simplify this all by really thinking about this
question and limit it to only 1 thing. If there was only one thing, in the
entire world that I had to pick to never touch with a 10-foot pole, it would
have to be something I wouldn’t want to ever touch. It would be something that
I would never even want to go near or think about on a regular basis. It would
have to be something that I would never regret not being able to touch. I think
when you break it down it becomes obvious.
My answer: With a 10-foot pole, I would never ever touch my
parents’ genitals. If you picked anything else, you are wrong and forever
disgusting to me.
BEAR
You don’t poke the bear. You just don’t do it! Whether it’s
a 10-foot pole, your index finger or a facebook “poke,” you don’t poke the
bear. Don’t be a fucking doink. Leave the bear alone.
You want to hug a bear? Go right ahead! They are known for
their bear hugs. You want to tickle a bear? Here take my feather and be sure get him at his toes. You want to invite a bear over for dinner? Do it! And make
something other than salmon. They are tired of constantly being served salmon. You want to poke the bear?
NOOOOO! What are you thinking?!
HEY DINGUS! Stop thinking about poking bears. I know that’s
tough since it’s all you’re reading about, but trust me, don’t poke a bear.
I’m starting a Civil Action Class Lawsuit against
Build-A-Bear. They have taught our youth for far too long that if you poke a
bear you will not be harmed. I’ve walked by the store many times and have
forcefully removed children that were in the middle of poking cotton into
bears! They must be stopped!
If you are afraid you might poke a bear, you should just cut
off both your hands. A good friend would do it. I bet most bears would help too
as they don’t like to be poked.
(As long as you don't poke them, bears are always willing to help out. Especially "Gentle Ben")
You want to poke the bear? Why don’t you put on a little
film called “Grizzly Man.” That guy poked basically every bear in Alaska and
you know what happened to him? Well one bear poked back...using his face...and
mouth...and teeth...and his jaw...and mouth...and then throat to swallow...and
then finally using his tongue to lick his lips and his hands to rub his
belly...and then his eyes to look at the camera and say “Damn. I could BEARLY
eat the whole thing.” Cue audience laughter.
My only regret is I didn't drink more.
My only regret is I didn't drink more.
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