Or, Learning from one’s mistakes.
Or, Foolishness is as foolishness does.
How is it possible a person can make a mistake and then do it again? One plus Two ALWAYS equals Three. That’s how it is. Every single time.
It’s not like if you do One a certain way and Two a different way, that maybe they will equal Four. Nope, always Three. Always.
Some times you hear of a friend of a friend that added Two to One and then they got Four. But in my opinion, that is never the full story. Plus, it’s always a friend of a friend when you hear about it, so by the time it gets to you, who knows what they had originally.
Every time I do something, I always try to think it through, I always try to know and remember how I got where I am and what my goal was to begin with. Key word being “try.”
I know that I can sometimes have a thick skull for learning from others mistakes. I’ve always been the one to touch the fire to see if it’s hot. Or in my case the stove, and the exercise bike wheel while it was moving – more recently “just going” down the super steep hill on cross country skiis. I am who I am.
But why is it that some lessons learned, fade? I know I’m not the only one. I also know that it’s not because they weren’t learned hard enough the first time. Damn sure of that.
Is it because some of us are just more willful? I’m not forgetful. Is it because we like to think the best possible answer out of every problem? Or maybe it’s because we like to live in the now? Or my personal pet peeve; pretending that nothing happened until it goes away.
What about just plain putting on my rose colored glasses? Sometimes I know when they’re on, sometimes I know when they’re off and sometimes I don’t know where they are (and they could be on my face).
There is a saying, “No rest for the wicked.” Perhaps that’s the case, but I don’t think I’m wicked. In fact I’m probably a lot less wicked than the person that came up with that saying. Sayings like that seem to come from the pot calling the kettle black situations anyway.
I’m happy though, I don’t run into this problem of repeat offenses often. I probably never would have made it to 30 if I did!
Rose colored glasses OFF and heading out the door…
Oh, Happy Birthday M!
Or, Foolishness is as foolishness does.
How is it possible a person can make a mistake and then do it again? One plus Two ALWAYS equals Three. That’s how it is. Every single time.
It’s not like if you do One a certain way and Two a different way, that maybe they will equal Four. Nope, always Three. Always.
Some times you hear of a friend of a friend that added Two to One and then they got Four. But in my opinion, that is never the full story. Plus, it’s always a friend of a friend when you hear about it, so by the time it gets to you, who knows what they had originally.
Every time I do something, I always try to think it through, I always try to know and remember how I got where I am and what my goal was to begin with. Key word being “try.”
I know that I can sometimes have a thick skull for learning from others mistakes. I’ve always been the one to touch the fire to see if it’s hot. Or in my case the stove, and the exercise bike wheel while it was moving – more recently “just going” down the super steep hill on cross country skiis. I am who I am.
But why is it that some lessons learned, fade? I know I’m not the only one. I also know that it’s not because they weren’t learned hard enough the first time. Damn sure of that.
Is it because some of us are just more willful? I’m not forgetful. Is it because we like to think the best possible answer out of every problem? Or maybe it’s because we like to live in the now? Or my personal pet peeve; pretending that nothing happened until it goes away.
What about just plain putting on my rose colored glasses? Sometimes I know when they’re on, sometimes I know when they’re off and sometimes I don’t know where they are (and they could be on my face).
There is a saying, “No rest for the wicked.” Perhaps that’s the case, but I don’t think I’m wicked. In fact I’m probably a lot less wicked than the person that came up with that saying. Sayings like that seem to come from the pot calling the kettle black situations anyway.
I’m happy though, I don’t run into this problem of repeat offenses often. I probably never would have made it to 30 if I did!
Rose colored glasses OFF and heading out the door…
Oh, Happy Birthday M!
