Don't Take Me Seriously - Book - Page 289
Mind Pops, Celebrities and
Personal Hygiene
All in good fun
By Jim Walker
Don’t Take Me Seriously (4/3/19)
First Published at Medium.com
True story: Some months back I was
popping a zit in front of the bathroom mirror
and suddenly, for no apparent reason, I said
a name out loud: “Mo Rocca.”
Yes, I did. I didn’t know why then, I still don’t,
and hereby apologize, Mo. No disrespect
intended ... I hope. But one can only imagine
the disaster that would have resulted if I had
said his name out loud three times in a row.
Now, Mr. Rocca is a successful fellow and I
have heard his name once or twice. But,
honestly, at the time I said his name out
loud, I hadn’t heard it for quite a while and I couldn’t remember who he was,
exactly. I just had a feeling he was associated with creative and humorous
endeavors ... such as popping a zit, I guess. I mean, it is sadly amusing that I can
get a zit and a senior discount on the same day.
With no obvious explanation available, my brief hiccup into Tourette’s is a rare
instance of me giving voice to a phenomenon that occurs between my ears fairly
often ... but otherwise silently ... that of the odd juxtaposition, the weird
association, the uninvited memory.
Need another example? Sure you do.
Also occurring in the bathroom milieu, this event concerns a plastic jar of
Noxzema cleansing cream. I use this potion occasionally in the shower to assist
in gentle exfoliation ... and I establish, for the record, that I do not believe it
causes my infrequent zits
Anyway, I was looking into the Noxzema jar on this momentous occasion when
the image of a burrito flashed through my head.
