Old Men Like Cocaine

I think we're all naturally attracted to stupidity. If common sense and making oneself attractive to others is the modest, shy guy, then stupidity is the bad boy with the leather jacket who's unfathomably sexy and rides a Ducati and generally just doesn't give a shit about other people's feelings. Which is of course, to say, chick magnet!
...right?
I'm an individual who gravitates towards doing stupid things. And then, of course, I lapse into a vicious hypocrisy circle when I complain about other people's insolence.
I ride the mechanical horses made for toddlers at gas stations and other public areas.
I run in the snow barefoot.
I point out the coin-grabbing sound effect from Super Mario to the cashier at gas stations in Texas, when the guy has probably heard it a million, hundred, thousand, ten times.
I commentate my own life every once in a while. I call it the Super Secret Director's Cut. Or a sort of "Ssssscccuuddd" noise for short.
I can't recall every other stupid thing I've done at this exact moment. But of course, there's every other stupid individual who naturally gravitate towards stupid and potentially dangerous things. "Damn, man, this house arrest sucks! Why do I have to be stuck here!"
Should have thought about that before you kicked an old man where the sun don't shine and made off with his cocaine!