Knowing my grandfather is losing his cognitive abilities must be having some type of effect on me. I’ve known I’m blessed with slightly above average mental abilities (yes, I can bend spoons with my mind), and I realized about a year ago that I want to leverage that gift from God to make money.
Therefore, the worst thing I can possibly imagine to have happen to me right now is to start losing my mind. I dreamt last night that my grandfather began acting very much like Gaius Baltar’s in season four of Battlestar Galactica: rude, crude, and without regret. I hope I never become like that.
For now I will take much comfort in the fact I still have my mind. And I will attempt not to be concussed ever again. Because that is not fun, and if you don’t believe me ask Taylor Twellman.