The Shrinking Head

I’m growing more and more concerned that I look stupid. I fear that people out there actually believe, based on something about me, that I’m a complete moron.

An example. I was at work and asked a colleague for some Neurofen (Ibuprofen). I joked, “For as many anti-inflamatories as I take, you’d think I’d be thinner”. Another colleague, passing by, began to explain how anti-inflamatories work and how they couldn’t make a person thinner.

Blink. Blink.

Um, yeah. It was just a joke.

Then, I went to the mall to get the battery replaced in my watch. I handed the watch over and the kid behind the counter said “Come back in about 20 min.”. To which I replied, “You have my watch…”. He actually got quite stroppy and said there were clocks around the mall.

Just teasin’ ya son.

I have an iPhone.

The latest instance was with my dentist.

While cleaning my teeth, my dentist showed me a speck on his glove and informed me this spec was tartar. Now, I suppose what I could have said was “I’ve been going to the dentist at least once a year for all of my life. I’ve been told this before”. What actually came out of my mouth was,

“Oh, I thought that stuff was petrified popcorn husks.”

He actually started to correct me.

Blink. Blink. Blink.

Do I actually look so dim that I would actually believe this? I’m pretty sure I’m not walking around with my mouth gaping.

I may be crazy, but I’m not stupid.