STATIC ELECTRICITY, Ta-Dah! (A Boy’s Request)
My son has found out that I write a blog, although let’s be honest, he doesn’t actually know what that means. More importantly, he really wants me to write about how often I’m shocked by static electricity. Whenever he sees me sitting down, he asks me, if I’m finally writing about it. Having shoved the idea aside for awhile now, I was finally reminded that it’s time, by how the frustrating shocking suddenly stopped. So in the temporary absence of the annoying side effect of having extremely dry skin (due to cold weather), this one’s for you, little dude!
ZAP!
Probably the main reason, why I’ve pushed aside the idea of writing about static electricity for so long, is that there just isn’t that much to say. It’s annoying as hell! And there, from the top of my head, it’s generally what I have to say about it. But diving deeper, it really does resemble something else: it very strongly reminds me of situations, where we already feel under pressure, or are stressed, and then, something unexpected happens - like we bump into a table, or drop something: “That damned table, why did it have to do be there!?” It adds another layer of annoyance, and it usually feels like it’s most definitely not our fault then, right? If we were in a more calmed state however, we’d be able to realize that it’s actually us, that’s the problem, own it, and course-correct. It’s the same with static electricity: “Ouch, that fucking static!” But maybe not being stubborn, and in my case, using some hand-cream once in a while would actually solve the problem…
OUCH!
Having a 5-year old often reminds me of how some characteristics get stronger as we get older - It was the table’s fault, that stupid table! It reminds me of how kids, at this age, are a reflection of what they see, and of what they strive to be, so they would be loved, and would get their way. In time, those innocent outbursts become walls to protect our egos, and they can become character traits that define us. But most importantly, having a 5-year old often reminds me of how I should do better, as a role model, and as a carrier of traits, that I want my kid to carry into his life. So you know what, as a start, I might just as well use that hand-cream, because static electricity really DOES suck and it IS stupid!