“Because it feels so good when I stop!” By Catherine Klasne
There’s an old joke that goes something like this: A man comes upon another man who is repeatedly hitting his thumb with a hammer. When asked why he’s beating his thumb to a pulp, the man with the hammer replies, “Because it feels so good when I stop!” While this may not be a shining example of humor, I think there’s a lesson in the joke that lends itself to mediation. But that is not my import here.
Some of you may be like me, your own worst enemy. I keep repeating the same online errors repeatedly, thinking I will meet an important companion. It has been and still is an impotent effort. I ask myself why anyone would want to join me in the furnace. I may be an ardent fool for any vicious and wiley woman. I need not have someone add pain to my life, and why would I recruit another only to inject pain into their life? I may be intelligent in some ways but stupid in other ways.
Yes, when I discovered the proposed paramour was a grifter and cut loose from the quandary, I felt so jovial for an hour, and then I began the process over again.
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