Stupidity Should Be Painful

Well, actually for me, it IS painful.
It's painful because I MAKE it painful. When I do something really stupid, I bang my head around and smack things and generally go into an epileptic fit. People watching take giants steps back and make slow, steady movements toward the phone, to call the psych ward.
Like most of humanity, I don't know why I do stupid things. It's not like I do them on purpose. I myself try extremely hard to be cautious enough, aware enough, to know when something is stupid, and thus direct my path away from that. People who know me know that even though I do a lot of crazy things, I don't do them foolishly. I always have some sort of backup plan.
So as much as I wish I could sit here and write about how completely awesome I am and how I never make mistakes, I just can't do that. Not that I have a problem with lying, because I do that all the time. But lying is not an option for me anymore, since the topic of my stupidity concerns this blog.
So here it goes.
I will not be posting up the second part of the last blog (the one about my writing group). I wanted to, I really did. In fact, I had pages and pages of postage-material, and was almost finished with it.
But then I accidentally deleted it all.
All of it. All five pages full of personalities and concentration and imagination. Five pages full of hours and hours from my life that I will never get back, and now I can't remember what I wrote. I was and still am so distracted by other writing projects I need to get done.
So I can't rewrite it. I'm sorry to those of you who were looking forward to seeing my reactions to you. I might write about you someday in the context of our Wasted Paper group, but I don't know when.
Don't worry too much, though. I'll probably still write about you, I mean, you ARE a part of my life and you will be mentioned eventually. I'll just have to write you in some other experience I've had. Be patient with me, please, this is my first time doing this.