In Space, No One Can Hear You Boil Bunnies
February 6th, 2007 at 9:37 am by Chad (Chad's Blog)
Wow. When I was a kid, I wanted to be an astronaut. We were told of the rigorous physical and psychological requirements of the job, and I opted for a less physically demanding career choice. I figured that astronauts were really together folks… I mean, they undergo extensive psychological evaluation, right? Um… Read this. Then come back.
I’m no professional, but I’m pretty sure that when you drive from Houston to Orlando wearing diapers so you don’t have to stop to use the restroom in order to kidnap your boyfriend’s girlfriend even though you’re married with three kids, the term they use for you is “loony.” If, after this, you move in on your prey on airport grounds in a rental car parking lot less than 100 yards from the security booth wearing sunglasses, a trench coat, and a wig, you’re somewhere between stark-raving mad and crazy as a sh*t-house rat.
You know someone high up at NASA is screaming at a room full of psychiatrists right now, wondering how this woman ever got within sight of the shuttle, much less piloted it.
April said,
February 6th, 2007 at 11:11 am
Actually, something that is really interesting with astronauts is their psychosis when they return from missions. A lot of them end up going slightly off once they’ve been up in space. The greater the number of times they have been up, the more off they are. And a large number of them become obsessed with going back up into space, even if they have been withdrawn from the program & go to crazy lengths to try and achieve space travel just once more.
Chad said,
February 6th, 2007 at 11:19 am
Really? That’s bizarre! Not that I’m doubting you, but do you have any sources to back that up? I’d love to read more about that.
April said,
February 6th, 2007 at 6:09 pm
I’ll see if I can find them, it was something I was reading about a while back. I shall get back to you on that