Why I can’t be a super-spy.

Spring break is nigh, which means I’m tired and procrastinating with work. So, naturally I spent all Sunday watching Netflix (judge me not). After a full day of watching my favorite action-packed thrillers, I realized that my fantasies of being a super spy wouldn’t quite work out for me. And I’ve come up with a list of reasons:

  1. My memory sucks.
     In almost every super spy movie, they can look at an address or a photo of someone and be able to track them down off memory alone. I take frequent looks at numbers and addresses and can’t remember shit. Much less people’s names and faces. I’d walk right past my mark and stop in my tracks like “was that him?” Then I’d look at the screen shot in my phone and end up killing someone else by mistake. This fact also makes me horrible at my job as a counselor. I often resort to “hey hun!” or “hi people!” when greeting my students because I am in charge of 300 of them and can’t remember who’s who most of the time.
  2. I’m physically unfit. In Taken, dude had a particular set of skills and even at his ripe old age by the time Taken 3 came out, he was still able to leap buildings and run for days after people and jump onto moving busses and whatnot. At this point at 34, my body just ain’t having all that activity. I mean…I can hustle to a train or run from danger, but chasing someone down? Nope, noppity, nope. Which leads me to my third point…
  3. I hate guns.
    This is a given in super spy 101. Mr. and Mrs. Smith had an arsenal and can work with the girl guns and bazookas just the same. I don’t like them, plus I have the aim of a member of the A-team, so knives also are out. Which means I would have to be skilled in hand to hand combat. Which in this case, see point #2.
  4. I rarely do anything unless I absolutely want to.
    In Kill Bill, Black Mamba took orders without question. Just hopped on a plane and killed folk because she was asked to. She didn’t detour in Bali and sip a mai tai until she felt like taking someone out. Besides, nobody would die the day House of Cards or OITNB drops. And Sundays would be off limits as soon as Game of Thrones comes back. I’d also probably procrastinate until the last possible moment that someone needed me to kill them. My rationale being I work better under pressure anyway.
  5. I ask too many questions.
    Much like point #4, this is another reason I’d struggle with in just doing things because people tell me to. I’d piss off the people hiring me because I’d be all “So, why do you want them dead?”, “Did they sleep with your girlfriend or something?”,”Did you ever consider you have anger management issues?”, “Does he have any allergies I could capitalize on? I’m kinda pressed for time, seeing as it’s Sunday and all”, “Why can’t we all just get along?” There would be no end to it. This is also why I’d never be a “ride or die chick”, but that’s a story for another day.
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4 Comments

  1. Lol, I wouldn’t make it as a Spy either, I’m the type of person who can ask a million questions and I kneed to know why all the time.

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  2. Netflix is perfect way to spend your Sunday relaxing and having “me” time. Based on the reasons you listed, I would not make a good super spy either.

    Siobhan
    http://www.befreeproject.com

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  3. This is too funny. I can definitely agree with the “I ask to many questions” part. That is so me.

    LiveLifeWell,
    Allison

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  4. Valerie Robinson

    Hilarious! It’s funny because I remember everything! The physical part would throw me for a loop though lol!

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