I must try to be more tolerant of people whose eyes are so blinkered by the comfort blanket of their own misdirected certainties that they fail to see the polka dot elephant wearing a bikini and juggling seventeen goldfish and a Black Forest gateau standing in front of them, trying to attract their attention.
I’ll write out the other forty eight in longhand later.
Promise.
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I thought my eyes were tricking me for a second...
Why 50 of them?
The old school punishment. 'Lines.' Don't you have it in America? It takes the form of a teacher telling you to write out 50 times, or even 100 if it's something serious, an instruction to yourself, like:
I must not call the women teachers 'You fat old tart.'
I must not stick live earthworms up girls' noses.
That sort of thing.
Oh I've missed this ;) Tarts and earthworms? A childhood well spent!
Not me, Mel. My indiscretions were usually more subtle.
Oh oh I wasn't thinking along those lines when I read the post. Thankfully I've never been assigned to do lines. Probably cos some study showed it to be hindering to a child's performance ability or something...
This post suddenly became a lot more engaging after you told me that. I think it's one of my favorites.
Why, thank you Maria. Back in my day we still had corporal punishment in British schools. One day a woman teacher offered me the option of lines or the cane. Cane? From a woman?! 'I'll take the cane, Miss,' I said, confident of an easy ride. I saw a gleam come into her eye, and I regretted the choice. She later went off to teach Indian kids in some remote part of Canada. She was the one who taught me that women can be tough, bless her.
Wow, your elephants in England are much more colorful than the one's we have here, seen by many "blanketed" souls. Just remember compassion for yourself first, which then can extend to other's Jeff.
It isn't so much compassion I lack, Wendy, it's patience.
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