Too many eager electrons

Today I was shocked, literally. I wasn't counting but I think it was for 3 seconds or so. This is what I wrote this morning after the happy electrocution.

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It came as a surprise. My mental system became ‘literally’ shocked wondering what is happening.

I lifted my leg as fast as I, or my spine, realized that that step was a bad move. I jumped on the bed staring at my victim foot wondering why the fierce and painful buzzing persists! The wires where actually stuck to my feet like they’re so insistently sucking life, like someone clinging to what is theirs.

For a second I thought I was going to die because of all that intensity. But that didn’t matter at the time. What mattered was the infinite number of bites per second causing pain to my foot. Then I was able to see the eager wire sucking life, I grabbed it and threw it away saying “Jesus!”

I think I said Jesus because I’m used to. Simply cultural effects of western movies, shows and video games. And it’s my family name translated, that’s surely the reason.

Then I was calm but still surprised by all this unexpected intensity. And how thrilling it is to get electrocuted, how horrible it is to think you’re going to die.

220V, I’m not sure about the current, maybe 50-60mA, but it is painful. But it is not as scary as I thought it should be or maybe I was lucky not being stung in my chest or somewhere higher in my body.

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The pain was localized. Of course the whole of my mental state was in shock but I was capable of conscious thinking making the decision to look at what the mess was happening to my leg and then realizing the problem to finally grabbing the wire to throw it away.

Plug hack

Fire and electricity are really dangerous. This is why I don't waste my time fooling around with just one of them, I mess around with both. This is exactly the reason why I'm writing this blog post in the dark.
So it's 2:14AM, half an hour after a unique incident I caused by recklessly trying to do what I want, no matter what.
I don't have a lighter (nor matches.) It's night and supermarkets are closed, so I can't get a lighter to light up the oven to heat up some food I got from a restaurant yesterday.
I went out to the guard of the building in which I live. The friendly and smiley guard was as usual on his PC, chatting and listening to music. I asked him if he had a lighter and he told me to check whether there is one on a table in another room while he checked inside the drawers of his desk (he's a team player, I like that.) Unfortunately, our lighter-search team failed to accomplish the mission. I thanked him for the efforts and went back to my room.
It seems that I REALLY wanted to light up the oven, although I didn't really need to do that at all (the food was cooked, but cold). So my mind automatically generated this brilliant idea that made this blog possible.
I decided to hack a plug. I would short-circuit two wires and that would cause a spark at the contact point of the two wires. The spark would then light up the oven, just like matches or a lighter would.
I arranged the oven, the plug, and the wires (I used thin metallic cloth hangers for the wires) in a way that makes it easy to create and recreate my brilliant out-of-the-box experimental attempt to utilize the plug in this manner.
I placed one wire really close to the oven where the gas starts to come out. I did not to light up the oven on the first attempt because I wanted to make sure that the short-circuiting of the wires would actually generate a spark that would cause the gas coming out of the oven to light up.
So I just fix everything in place and make sure that the almost-dry towel is doing it's job of completely isolating my bare hands from the 220 volts-carrying wire. I switch on the plug and carefully grab the first wire and approach the other wire slowly and cautiously.
I knew I could die, but I really wanted to heat up my food. After all, what is life worth if you can't enjoy your midnight meals?
Anyways, I was startled by the most expected result, the spark and the sound that comes along. The lights went out. I thought that the lights won't go out because the plug wasn't a grounded plug (not connected to [the ground] for protection). But the lights went out and so did the safety switch for the whole room (for good). I went out to the electrical panel outside to see if I can turn it back on but it seemed to have been broken.
I'm cool. I finally ate my food, I was nervous so I ate it without thinking about it being cold. I'm gonna let them fix this tomorrow. I hope I won't get evicted..