Atavism

Atavism

In looking over today's word, I've decided I'm going to join the ‘How Dare You Blame That On Me!’ people. Whenever I do something stupid and someone is trying to get me to take responsibility, I'm going to say, "You can't blame me! I'm atavistic! It's part of who I am!" And then, to make sure I really have my backside covered I will say (depending on the audience) either:
A. God made me this way!
or
B. Genetics forced me to be this way!

My favorite ‘Don't Blame Me’ story was told in a library information class I took. A librarian came around a corner and gasped loudly because a teenager was looking at porn on a library computer. The woman next to the kid looked over, saw the porn and screamed at said librarian: "How could you let my son look at porn?" I don't know which is more bizarre, that the mother would blame the librarian, or that the kid would look at porn while sitting next to his mother. Euw. (Seriously…EUW!)

What I'm really wondering is if I can blame my sense of humour on Atavism. Somehow I'm thinking not (damn it). Oh well, as long as I get my usual two hits a day on this blog, I'll continue to know someone understands me. Sigh*

*I'm kidding, of course. While hits are fun, I do not base myne ego on the number of people who read this. Good thing I wasn't blogging twenty years ago when such a thing would have been important - yikes!! Now I just have fun.