La Shy Girl and I hung out with The Little Nephew earlier this week. He's about 14 months old now and is actually quite fun to hang around with.He's walking and laughing and, of course, always trying to get everything. I truly was fascinated with watching him as he really just cannot sit still. (Very much like his father...even now, BTW.) So anyway, at one point he started playing with a ball, which eventually ended up under The Mom's coffee table. We all watched as he walked over the table, crawled under and proceeded to stand up, hitting his head in the process. And it happened again. But by the third time the ball ended up under the coffee table, I watched him maneuver himself in a way that he wouldn't hit himself on his way back up. The little fucker had learned his lesson.
And then I thought, "Dude, if a little 14-month-old can figure out how to not get hurt by trial and error. Why the fuck can't we do the same as adults?" Obviously, we've figured out that if we drop a hammer on our toes, it is not going to feel good. So, we learn to be pretty careful when handling tools (he, he, he). And we learn to look both ways when crossing the street. We get most of that shit quickly. We know that there are going to be consequences. But when it comes to affairs of the heart, why do we insist on playing with fire? Especially, when we already know it's not going to end well. How many times do we have to put ourselves through the same cycle until we finally get it? There's a reason why they're called patterns.
ugh...i know but ugh...damn it...
Posted by: bro | February 02, 2010 at 12:23 PM