MP...Kinda HTBT

To date, my post on maturity has been my most controversial and comment-provoking post. (Well, what did you expect, SD? People don't have much to say on insurance denying you your CGMS, so look for pity elsewhere!) So anyway, it was in a comment on there that someone said I am bashing MP too much, and that I should learn to appreciate her more. So I will now present one last MP-bashing post, and then I will dedicate an entire post to saying nothing but good stuff about her. (And I will refrain from making a wise crack about how it will by my shortest post ever...)

This story happened last Chol Hamoed, but we were reminiscing about it on Shabbos, and I laughed so hard that I had tears streaming down my face and into my cholent. I think it has a big HTBT element, but I decided to post it anyway, as I think it helps explain MP better than all the sarcastic posts in the world.

The way my family operates on Chol Hamoed is that we all sit around the house, till about 1 pm, fighting about where to go. Then, when we decide, it's usually too late to go there, so we push it off for the next day, and the cycle starts over.

So last Chol Hamoed, after having cancelled her plans with friends to spend the day with family, SD got very frustrated. So she suggested an IMAX. Not very thrilling, but good for the little ones to be able to go back to school and tell their friends "what they DID on Chol Hamoed", easy enough for the older ones to tag along, and cheap enough to make even my father like the idea.

So we went. My parents don't approve of the movie- turned-IMAX's, so instead we headed to the liberty science center to watch "The Science of Taking Risks". I can't tell you exactly what it was about, because I spent most of the show alternating between texting and being a bandwidth thief, but parts of it were cool. It was basically discussing the scientific aspect of why some people have an urge to do crazy risky things. I found that boring, but I enjoyed the part where they showed footage of things like skydiving and base jumping.

So, (after my very brief introduction;) here is the point of my story. At one point, they tried to get you into the mind of the person who is base jumping. In case you don't know, base jumping is one of the more dangerous pastimes a person can engage in. As they said on the IMAX, every person who does it knows at least one other person who died while base jumping. I can't say I can relate to this. I am the chicken who is afraid of the kiddie coaster at the amusement parks, so the whole thing is a giant mystery to me. What would someone have to be thinking?

My little sister says I would understand better if I had listened to the IMAX instead of shopping for a new wedding outfit online. But anyway, back to our story, they were trying to get you to feel the rush that they feel when they are about to base jump. Imagine, there is a huge screen, with a view off this enormous cliff. The speakers are playing the wind noises, trying to make you feel like you are actually there. Then, the moment gets closer. The camera shifts downward, and you get see 'yourself' in the gear of a base jumper. You can almost feel the heavy backpack strapped on your back. Then MP looks down and notices the boots. And I hear a stage whisper from two seats away saying "eww. I would NEVER wear such ugly boots".

So much for trying to get into the mind of the base jumper. MP would simply never be able to put her mind into a body adorned in such boots. I wouldn't think about base jumping cuz I like my life too much, but MP simply wouldn't consider the paraphernalia involved.

And that, my friends is MP.