Stupidity Leaves Marks

In college I had this friend named Peter who seemed to be the definition of stupidity. He always seemed to be doing something extreme. He even won an award once for some of the stupid things he did. Like playing chicken with a car, then ending up on the hood and kicking a skunk, which of course sprayed him.

There is no denying the fact that stupidity left marks on Peter. Marks of scars and flashbacks. It also left stories that he could tell for hours. His stupidity was for risk and enjoyment, of course he knew better. It was just more fun to push the dean of students into a mud pit then to skate by with a clean behavior record.

I’m sure we’ve all been like Peter in our own lives. Taken the opportunity to do something stupid and still have the marks to prove it. Whether it be by scars or skid marks, there is a certain need for risk in our lives.

Sure not all risks are good and not all scars are from stupidity. They teach us lessons though, lessons that leave marks on our hearts and minds. Marks that can totally change the way we see and do things.

Marks like the ones on my car. I know how everyone of them got there. I even would tell you some of the stories. Don’t try to figure them out though, they are my marks created by my stupidity. I’ve loved and hated every one of them and have yet get any of them fixed. Maybe it’s because I sometimes like reminders of my stupidity, so I don’t do it again. It is quite possible though, that I am collecting the marks of stupidity, because truly, stupidity leaves some of the most interesting marks.