Do you know what makes a story boring? One that makes you close the book immediately. One that, regardless of the hype and excitement others may show about its film adaptation, becomes an abhorrent brick, inciting only disinterest. It is the story where everything goes right. The one where everyone follows a plan, nothing goes wrong, and you know that they will not need to suffer or struggle. That is a boring story. That will not be my story.
If you have read any of my previous works here or beyond, you will know that I believe error is fundamental to our human essence. It's what makes life interesting and funny. Mistaken confidence in one's birth control leads to unplanned pregnancy, would you take that potion knowing that it may eliminate the possibility of us living mistakes? I, personally, would like to know the struggle the woman went through when she found out, and how she came to her decision to keep the baby or why not, than to never have the possibility of such a surprise.
Learning since the dawn of humanity has been trial and error, mistakes help us to learn. If a child never makes a mistake, how can you know they truly are learning? Rather than simply repeating the perfect formula of life that surrounds them. I love making mistakes, even if it is embarrassing for me. It is the most lasting way to learn a lesson. Like the time, I thought 'preservativo' meant 'preservative' as I was telling someone else what marshmallows are made of. I thought I was doing well, until a 13 year-old boy began laughing at me. 'Preservativo' doesn't mean 'preservative', and now I will never forget.
But ultimately, I love making mistakes because it gives me a story to tell others later, and maybe, you may already know, I love to tell a story. For example, I wouldn't have ended up stuck in the crowd with all my luggage during the opening of Las Fallas, if I hadn't made the mistake of following a large group of musicians playing fun music during a weekend trip in Valencia. My mother and I wouldn't have ended up driving the wrong way on an interstate on our way to a dance competition for half a mile before backtracking (safely) and then promptly almost setting out hotel room on fire because we wanted popcorn. I wouldn't have landed incorrectly, while doing a solo routine, which led to me finding out I have arthritis. And I definitely wouldn't have learned to love reading and writing.
So, thank you for the kind offer, Mr. / Ms. scientist, but I believe my mistakes make me interesting. I may remain a risk to myself and the public, but as the living mistake I am, it's a risk I'm willing to take. Now, if you have a potion to make me live forever, and another that will bring to life my childhood crush, Miles Tuck from Tuck Everlasting, now we're talking.
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