Boy, do I hate, hate, hate, hate being told what to do. My friends as far back as high school knew the one sure way to get me to do something was to tell me “I forbid you to”. Example:
Hey Joe want a beer?
Nah, I better not.
I forbid you to have one
Gimme that sumbitch
I forbid you to throw this dead squirrel into that open window on that cop car.
Gimme that sumbitch
Like that. So my first instinct when I’m told “no” is to do it anyway. I’m not alone. I have found in my world travels this attitude is a core American trait.
So I’ll social distance. I won’t like it. It is also quite likely I will go to Walmart this afternoon because I can. I’m torn. I’m not seventeen anymore. In the end I’ll do the right thing.
Probably.
Now for the reason you really stopped by:
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| Lights of Cholula and Mt Popo at sunset December 2018 |
The old blog turned 15 today. Time to get that long-anticipated learners permit.
Have a great Sunday
5 comments:
My friend who is 88 said her kids keep telling her to stay in, don't go here and there. She said she is not used to people telling her what to do and she does not like it.
What kills me is people who won't go into their back yard out of fear of contracting covid19. The multiple mothers who have not been out are washing doorknobs all day long to prevent covid19 from being spread around the family.
I am going out and will wear a mask, gloves, and take Lysol wipes which I will use.
Kinda like a puppy on a leash. Or maybe a kitten.
Happy 15th...and I’d be stuck, too, but I’ve got a 92-yo mother to worry about, and no kids in the area.
So it goes.
Happy 15th! And I am with you... hate being TOLD to stay home. Though, I have no real reason to go shopping or anything. Except tomorrow.. I will need to get cigarettes... and maybe some beer.
Conga ratulations on the big 15!
Hey, volcanoes, that gives me an idea...
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