Do we ever learn our lesson?

I just put a plate of fiber noodles, salsa and chicken into my microwave. Well…actually I didn’t! My microwave is on top of my refrigerator. I reached up with it and it hit the edge of the door and the entire contents of the plate dumped directly on my head. I paused as I wiped the salsa out of eyes and the sticky noodles from the inside of my tank top….then laughed uproariously and thought, “I’ve been meaning to clean this floor anyway”. The strangest thing about this is that this is not the first time this has happened. I actually got burned on the toppings of a microwave pizza one night as I removed it from that same microwave. Again…I laughed as I frantically tried to pull the peppers out of my sports bra in time to prevent permanent damage. I ask myself: What the heck is wrong with me? Even small children stop touching fire after they get burned once… Nope! Not me! The strangest thing is that I have spent most of my adult life dating this way too. I picked a type in my early 20s and when it didn’t work out with him, I started going after guys exactly like him. As a matter of fact, come to think of it, he even poured a few drinks on my head. What is it about my head that thinks that it needs so much nutrition? I’m going to really think about moving my microwave so it doesn’t happen again… and in that regard, I should consider that my “type” of guy shouldn’t be “my type” at all. Maybe then I can spend less time cleaning up my own messes!