My mother always told me that one sign of stupidity was doing the same thing over and over in the same way and expecting a different result. I would like to go on record as saying she may have been right about that. Now I do not like the word "stupidity", but I do not know a better word for that action. Oh, I know! I can call it "eternally optimistic!" That sounds a whole lot better, now doesn't it?
My neighbors goats are eternally optimistic. They are the ones that will not stay home and like to come graze on my bushes. Every morning they are in my yard, usually in the car port. I hit the panic button on the car and all four of them go into a dead panic trying to run over each other getting away from the car. They then stand in the drive way looking dumbfounded and wondering where that sound came from . Seeing nothing, they then wander into another neighbors yard to graze on her grass.
Soon the eternally optimistic neighbors (now awakened by my car alarm blasting) wander out to herd the goats back into the pen. They actually have 3 different pens, none of which will hold an animal prisoner. And yet each time they close the gate, they think the goats are secured. I have actually watched them stand in the middle of the pen and look around. Were I so inclined I could go over and show them the gaping holes they walk through, but I am not. It is easier for me to honk the horn, knowing that the goats will never figure it out.
I suppose that in my journey from puberty to old age I have done a few stupid things, but rest assured there was only one real stupid thing that I did over and over in the same way expecting different results. That was my habit of marrying men who were addicted to alcohol and expecting them to work and take care of me. It was not until I met Kenny that I realized I really had something to offer a man besides my paycheck. And we lived happily ever after.
Now I realize I probably could go buy a roll of fencing, take it over next door and show them how to build a fence, but I am not going to do that. If I still had the nice lawn I had years ago and the beautiful rose bushes I took such good care of, it might be different, but I don't. So I will set here and hit the panic button and watch the eternally optimistic goats wonder what is going on and the eternally optimistic neighbors herd them back into the semblance of a pen.
Life sucks.
My neighbors goats are eternally optimistic. They are the ones that will not stay home and like to come graze on my bushes. Every morning they are in my yard, usually in the car port. I hit the panic button on the car and all four of them go into a dead panic trying to run over each other getting away from the car. They then stand in the drive way looking dumbfounded and wondering where that sound came from . Seeing nothing, they then wander into another neighbors yard to graze on her grass.
Soon the eternally optimistic neighbors (now awakened by my car alarm blasting) wander out to herd the goats back into the pen. They actually have 3 different pens, none of which will hold an animal prisoner. And yet each time they close the gate, they think the goats are secured. I have actually watched them stand in the middle of the pen and look around. Were I so inclined I could go over and show them the gaping holes they walk through, but I am not. It is easier for me to honk the horn, knowing that the goats will never figure it out.
I suppose that in my journey from puberty to old age I have done a few stupid things, but rest assured there was only one real stupid thing that I did over and over in the same way expecting different results. That was my habit of marrying men who were addicted to alcohol and expecting them to work and take care of me. It was not until I met Kenny that I realized I really had something to offer a man besides my paycheck. And we lived happily ever after.
Now I realize I probably could go buy a roll of fencing, take it over next door and show them how to build a fence, but I am not going to do that. If I still had the nice lawn I had years ago and the beautiful rose bushes I took such good care of, it might be different, but I don't. So I will set here and hit the panic button and watch the eternally optimistic goats wonder what is going on and the eternally optimistic neighbors herd them back into the semblance of a pen.
Life sucks.
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