Today is...
The Art of Pleasing
Others
Oh, I've gotten Hell on
Earth for voicing my opinion here and there... Sometimes I feel like I need to buy me a
shotgun and shoot the computer.... ...and just go back a
notepad and a pencil. But you know, I can't live by myself, I'm too gregarious
to not even have a dog that I could boss around... "Mira, apéate del sofá,
sato asqueroso..."
Consequently, I compromise... I go to my psychiatrist who teaches me the two
arts: the art of conquering misanthropy (no offense) and the art of fitting into
an environment I don't like it!!!... My
neighbors, they all wanna lock me up. So what do I do? Compromise! That's what I
do, yes sir! Compromise is a concept of finding agreement through communication,
through a mutual acceptance of terms… yada yada —often involving variations from
an original goal or desire… blah blah... and BLAH!
Ricky Nelson once said: "But it's all right now, I learned my lesson well
You see, ya can't please everyone, so ya got to please
yourself."
That still brings me a helluva controversy. But, hey... I
compromise.
Thus, I spin a bedtime story…
Back in the early 1900s in the town of Toa Alta in
Puerto Rico, a man and his son were once going with
their Donkey to market. As they were walking along by
its side a countryman passed them and said: “You fools,
what is a Donkey for but to ride upon?”
So the Man put the Boy on the Donkey and they went on
their way. But soon they passed a group of men, one of
whom said: “See that lazy youngster, he lets his father
walk while he rides.”
So the Man ordered his Boy to get off, and got on
himself. But they hadn’t gone far when they passed two
women, one of whom said to the other: “Shame on that
lazy lout to let his poor little son trudge along.”
Well, the Man didn’t know what to do, but at last he
took his Boy up before him on the Donkey. By this time
they had come to the town, and the passers-by began to
jeer and point at them. The Man stopped and asked what
they were scoffing at. The men said: “Aren’t you ashamed
of yourself for overloading that poor Donkey of
yours—you and your hulking son?”
The Man and Boy got off and tried to think what to do.
They thought and they thought, till at last they cut
down a pole, tied the Donkey’s feet to it, and raised
the pole and the Donkey to their shoulders. They went
along amid the laughter of all who met them till they
came to Market Bridge, when the Donkey, getting one of
his feet loose, kicked out and caused the Boy to drop
his end of the pole. In the struggle the Donkey fell
over the bridge, and his fore-feet being tied together
he was drowned.
“That will teach you,” said an old man who had followed
them:
“PLEASE ALL, AND YOU WILL PLEASE NONE
LESSON: When you try to
please everyone...
you might lose your ass in the bargain...
so don't even try.
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