When my cousin Rosalind was three years old, my aunt heated up a bottle of milk for her. But Rosalind thought the milk was too cold, so my aunt heated it some more. Still, Rosalind said her bottle was too cold, and my Aunt kept heating it up, and it was always too cold, so finally she tested a few drops on her wrist, and the milk was scalding.
When my Aunt told me about this, I first thought that something must be wrong with Rosalind’s nervous system, but that wasn’t the case. Somehow, Rosalind had confused the words “hot” and “cold.” Hot still felt hot, and cold felt cold, but somehow the words had gotten switched in her head.
I don’t really know why I am writing this, except it just came to me as a parallel for where I am at in life, and I don’t really know why yet.
I guess I figured someone out there might find a witty way to ridicule my subconcious.
2 comments:
You're getting warmer....warmer.....
I was going to post something funny, but that last comment is par excellence. My wit is forfeited.
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