That's true, that's my official self depreciating name I use in moments of supreme stupidity where the conventional application of common sense is removed.
I don't know when I began to use the term only that, for as long as I remember, when I'm struck by moments of idiocy, I'm a dingus. Or to really explore this issue in depth, when it's only mildly idiotic I think to myself I'm a dingus, when I'm at home to Mr. Cock up I actually call myself that said name even if I'm on my own. I'd happily talk to myself and self depreciate at the same time.
I sat down at my desk after work today, shirt undone, socks half off my feet, ready to watch the TV. I pick up the sky remote, nothing happens. I press the button to turn it on, nothing happens. In frustration I curse SKY and the stupid remote controller, throw it on the bed and pick up my television remote control, again attempting to turn my television on. I push my thumb down until the laser sensor at the end is pulsing but of course to no avail.
And then I realize that, yes, the television is not actually switched on so, short of divine intervention, the stand by button will not actually work in that situation. Now, I'll readily admit if my girlfriend had been witness to this event I may have blamed her, conjured some conspiracy theory to her turning my television off, how can the 'man' be wrong and grow so frustrated because of his own actions?
But the truth is, I switched my TV off this morning, to save the whales from petrol pumps or whatever the latest green agenda is this month. And I was a dingus for growing so frustrated with myself and acting like a pillock.
Am I alone in this though? Do we all have our inner dingus moments?