Stop....Drop....and Roll?

So, I haven't been very motivated to write in this journal lately. Nothing really special has occurred in the longest time. But after a whole lota nothing, the most shocking thing happened last night.

A friend of Laura and I had recently lost his grandfather. (I'm so sorry Jon.)All of his friends being asleep, I invited him over to get his mind off of things. Laura and Gerard were in the livingroom with us. We had all been playing with this lighter, passing it back and forth. I had my feet up on the table, and I was wearing some thick wool socks. Laura started playing with the lighter, and not even being all that close to my feet (perhaps 3-8 inches away), somehow managed to LIGHT MY FEET ON FIRE! Thats right, I was actually in flames. Not just a little bit, but man did those socks go up fast! I supposed wool is very highly flamable. I reacted fast enough as to ensure I didn't severly burn myself. (Actually, everyone acted fast....Jon dove for my feet, I jumped down and padded them out, Laura reached out to help, and Gerard just laughed.) But everyone is fine. I didn't catch the apartment on fire, and my feet weren't even touched. It was just an emense amount of heat very suddenly, and startingly. The socks have traces of a fight though, and the smell of burning wool isn't the best aroma in the world.

Does this make me accident prone?