On Trust Issues

Have you ever had one of those bizarre conversations where it starts out as one thing, and then ends on a completely different topic? Like for instance, on Friday  I was talking to my cousins about Harry Potter, and then fifteen minutes later we were talking about Bunny Rabbits With Heart Failure. I don't remember how it happened, but there you are.

The same thing happens in my brain when I'm just talking to myself. I was at the library the other day and decided to get the The Jungle Book book because I want to read it again because it's colossal.That got me thinking about the Disney Jungle Book movie, and that got me thinking about Disney Movies In General, and that got me thinking about Aladdin. Then I thought about the bit when Aladdin's being chased by the Cops or whatever you call them there, and he has to jump out the window with Jasmine, so he holds his hand out to her and says "Do you trust me?"

I always thought that was an idiotic question. It presupposes that the next thing he's going to do is something that requires trust, which is usually something dangerous or unsanitary or otherwise uncomfortable. And if Jasmine's answer is "NO," then would he just leave her there to rot or would he force her to come with him anyway? Anyway, she wouldn't want to say "NO" because he's handsome and dapper and suave and all that rot, and she doesn't want to tick him off. I suppose she could say "I don't know, let me think about it," but there's no time for that, so the only workable answer is "yes," and then she's being dropped unceremoniously out of a window.

I'm always a fan of gentlemanliness, but I don't suppose it works in situations like that. When you're a man being chased by a bunch of Psychotic Fat People Wielding Dangerous Swords, there isn't much sense in making sure your lady friend is comfortable with you and your Plan of Escape. The best thing you can do, I suppose, is just grab her up and say something like, "So sorry about this, Darling, I'm going to have to chuck you out the window, but it'll be all right because there's a pile of rubbish to cushion the fall, so don't worry about a thing." It's like if you're getting a heart transplant, and the surgeon's about to give you the anesthesia and he says "Do you trust me? Only I'm about to cut open your chest, remove a vital muscle, and replace it with a dead person's vital muscle, and then sew you back together. It might not work, but hopefully it will. So, do you trust me? Cause if you're uncomfortable with me doing this, I can always just not do it and you can just die if you want." That puts you in an awkward position, because if you don't trust him, you can either say "yes" in order to spare his feelings and end up dying, or you can say "no" and die anyway. Even if you did trust him, then you probably won't trust him anymore after he asks you if you trust him, because he's supposed to be a Medical Professional and he's asking your opinion as a layman whether or not you think he's qualified to perform the surgery. I get the sentiment, but overall, darn rubbish thing to say.