Maybe not the shark

So, I think I was a little loose in my description of my state of craziness, or, perhaps, what could be called my craziness aspirations. (See Previous Post) Pottermom mentioned the jump the shark reference going back to Happy Days and, so, I went and looked it up too. I guess when you jump the shark, you do something so gimmicky that you start to decline in your essence. Well, something along those lines . . . whatever.

What I really meant was that I felt my craziness was reaching a really high level, breaking boundaries. I meant, I think, it was going sublime.

sub·lime (s-blm)
adj.
1. Characterized by nobility; majestic.
2.
a. Of high spiritual, moral, or intellectual worth.
b. Not to be excelled; supreme.
3. Inspiring awe; impressive.
4. Archaic Raised aloft; set high.
5. Obsolete Of lofty appearance or bearing; haughty: “not terrible,/That I should fear . . . /But solemn and sublime” (John Milton).
n.
1. Something sublime.
2. An ultimate example.
v. sub·limed, sub·lim·ing, sub·limes
v.tr.
1. To render sublime.
2. Chemistry To cause to sublimate.
v.intr. Chemistry
To sublimate.
[French, from Old French, sublimated, from Latin sublmis, uplifted.]

I was thinking I was forging new pathways of crazy. It is possible that I just jumped for that high, unreachable star and didn’t make it and fell into the shark’s mouth. Yes, that makes sense.