A different kind of desensitized.

I've become desensitized to physics. We all have these moments--standing on rooftops, or subway platforms, or Manhattan street corners--when the thought crosses our minds, "I could totally jump that." Or, "If I timed this just right..." These thoughts are, of course, ludicrous; to think that our soft, sedentary frames could reach the velocity necessary to vault a twelve-foot gap. Even if we could, we'd most likely break something on impact. These thoughts are usually dismissed with a chuckle and pragmatic shake of the head. But more and more recently, I've found myself harder to convince. And I know the cause of my current delusion: it's video games. I spend the few procrastination hours I have scaling buildings with a flick of the thumb; performing wall runs and vaults while stuffing Cheetos in my mouth, and I've come to subconsciously view the human body as an untiring machine designed solely for running, jumping and climbing sheer cliff faces. So what we're building to is a hospital visit, my friends and family gathered around my bed as I eat pudding and say through chocolate coated teeth, "I thought I could jump it."