The
Legend of Wooley Swamp
But I couldn't
believe it.
I just had to find out for myself.
And I couldn't conceive it
'Cause I never would have listened to nobody else.
I just had to find out for myself.
And I couldn't conceive it
'Cause I never would have listened to nobody else.
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I heard that old
Charlie Daniels song last Sunday. It enjoyed a few weeks of
popularity in 1980 and then was clean forgotten. While I was
listening to it, the above passage clicked recognition of a
personality fault-benefit I have.
I'm notorious for
not believing other people's advice until I prove it for myself.
This was borne out
time and again at my work. A girl I worked with, who I'll disguise
as LISA, hated that aspect in me. There would be
something she needed to tell me, be it information from the morning,
a new patient or just a head's up and I would seemingly ignore her
and go find out myself. Somehow, she took it personally.
Yeah, I can
understand that. But I would tell her, “Lisa, it's not just
you who I ignore, I ignore EVERYONE.
That didn't work,
she was peeved with me still.
In fourth grade,
Miss Enos dubbed me the class “Doubting Thomas.” I was that in
spades. I also must have ticked off innumerable adults being so
stubborn as well. I couldn't help it. I should've been a scientist,
casting doubt on all commonly accepted fundamentals.
Also, I swear my
disbelief is tied to my curiosity as well. As a kid, if you told me
something that was unbelievable to me, or something that might be
dangerous, I just had to find out because confirming something by
relying on myself was a endorphin hit for me. Lordy, was I an
independent kid. As for being warned of something dangerous, that was
all the more fun because adults gravely warned me from even thinking
about doing it. They were hiding enjoyment from me!
Here's a stupid
thing I and Jimmy once did out of curiosity.
An older kid in
our neighborhood once said you could get worms out of the ground by
electrocuting them. He told us that if you wrapped a screwdriver
shaft with the bare copper of an extension cord, shoved the shaft
into the ground, and flipped the switch, worms in a three food radius
would come wriggling out of the ground to escape.
When he told us
that I called “BULLSHIT” on him. Too late, now I had to find out
if this worked. Also, it being a lazy summer day with little to do,
why not play with electricity?
Jimmy's Mom worked
all day so that left his house all to our own. We found an extension
cord from his electric mover, a huge screwdriver, and we went to
work. Mind you, we weren't that stupid about electricity, we would
set the whole thing up and stand far away from it when we hit the
wall switch that controlled the outside outlet.
So, I goad Jimmy
to hit the switch while we were both looking out the window. All we
heard was this loud, almost vibrating HUM that lasted for about 3
seconds before it went silent. We both waited for hundreds of worms
to come out but not a one fled the electric field.
“Ah, he was full
of it! Still, that was pretty cool huh? Did you hear that wicked
BUZZ?” I said to Jimmy.
We moved back into
the room when a few minutes later Jimmy noticed the wall clock was
dead, ceiling fan had stopped and when he tried to turn on some
lights, nothing happened.
“Jesus! What
happened? What did we do!?” he shouted.
We ran downstairs
to the circuit breaker box and looked. But we had no idea what went
wrong. The obvious solution was to run away and stay away and Jimmy
could come home after his Mom pulled into the
driveway.
She did finally
come home and Jimmy, who had a great poker face, walked into his
house as if nothing happened. His Mom asked why wasn't the
electricity was working and Jimmy lied through his teeth with a “I
don' know.”
His Mom got a
neighbor who was an electrician to help her when he said the main bus
fuse was shot. He then started questioning her how many appliances
she may have had running at once to kill such a powerful fuse. She
couldn't answer him. Jimmy was looking on, with a usual 12 year old
dumb-as-a-brick face on him.
We got away with
it.
And I'm still very
curious and still won't believe claims till I find out for myself!
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