Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Clearly I have a lot of work to do
Has anyone heard of an ACE score? Surprisingly I hadn't until my husband mentioned it in the car on the way home from the final that shall live on in infamy. Good heavens, did I really score a 46%. I could have guessed randomly better than that! So we are on our way home, and I am depressed, and he brings up ACE scores. I think he may have done it to point out that I am awesome, if for no other reason than the fact that I am not an aging, diabetic hooker in LA shooting smack into my eyeballs. No seriously, statistically I am supposed to be an aging, diabetic hooker in LA shooting smack into my eyeballs. For those of you who are unfamiliar with what an ACE score is I shall share a link with you. http://wellcommons.com/groups/aces/2011/jan/9/whats-your-ace-score/. Go there, come back. I'll wait with my Pepsi and my Baked Lays. How are these not Xanax flakes and tequila? Hums Jeopardy music. Back? Excellent. What was your score? Mine was 9. NINE. Of course growing up in more than one household and being adopted twice helps boost my score. When I looked at this, I wanted to belt my husband. Thanks, babe, I thought. Are you really trying to tell me that you are proud of me for not laying comatose in a gutter somewhere? It was then that I realized why he pointed all of this out to me. One, I love sociology, and so I could be counted on to be fascinated with this and to want to try to find a way to utilize it to save the world my corner of the world. Two, and more importantly, he wanted to point out that I had made it so much farther than statistics could have ever predicted that I would. What does that mean to me? It means that I am a happy little outlier. I am not chained to these numbers and, on a deeper level, I am not chained to my past. I may be sarcastic, occasionaly pessimistic and afraid of driving, the telephone, the dark, small spaces and voicemail, but I am educated, witty, creative, resilient and caring. Maybe I will never be more than I am today, but I will never, ever be an aging, diabetic hooker in LA. After all, I burn too easily; I'd pick Seattle.
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