| Safety Freak |
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| Written by Ross Cavins | ||||||
| Thursday, 27 September 2007 | ||||||
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I admit it, I'm abnormal when it comes to safety. I don't know if it's because of nature or nurture, but for some reason, whenever there's a hint of danger, I opt for the safe way to do things.
 Safety Freak Drugs? I smoked pot once, on my 30th birthday. What a rebel. I did inhale, though. It was a bong. I coughed. It burned. I will not use a QTip while I'm near anything that has even a remote possibility of moving, such as a person or a door. Have we all heard the story of the kid who was cleaning his ear with a QTip in front of the bathroom door? Someone opened it and jammed the QTip deep into his ear, thus causing him to lose his hearing and bleed like the ear/leech scene from the Star Trek movie, Wrath of Khan. I carry knives like a professional. They scare me. I cut my finger real bad once and ever since then, I replay that memory every time before I pick a knife up. Even popping the top on a can of beanie weenies. I won't even get near electricity. Not unless it's switched off, unplugged and I'm wearing rubber gloves. It scares me. It's the invisible death and Hollywood has taught me to respect it. To fear it. That, and a cousin who coaxed me into touching an electric barbed-wire fence when I was seven. So not fun. I'm an extremely defensive driver, I visualize wrecks and flat tires and dogs in the road whenever I'm driving. My brain is constantly calculating and recalculating what-if scenarios when I'm behind the wheel. I can't help it. I used to be accident prone and I'm not far off from it now. And it may just be in my genes to be safer than most. I don't know. I think I'm a product of nature and nurture with a touch of neuroticism to spice it up. I've accepted it, I'm a bona fide safety freak.
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