MORE ROCK LOGIC – LIMITS
Hi. It’s me again — the rock. The one who lives off the path at the park. Remember me? I spoke to you before.
The weather’s starting to break. More humans are coming back to the park. It’s like a sign of spring. I heard through the rock-vine there’s another place called Capistrano where swallows return that signifies the start of spring. Personally, I’d rather have humans. Swallows leave a lot droppings that we rocks can’t avoid.
Each spring, there’s a flurry of people I haven’t seen for awhile. They come back in droves on sunny days when the temperature gets pretty high. They usually talk about how they were shut in all winter and they’re glad they can get out again.
I’m not really sure why they couldn’t get out. I thought those leg-things worked in any temperature. And since people wear clothes, why can’t they put warmer ones on? Humans put a lot of self-imposed limits on themselves.
Speaking of limits, I heard one guy complaining about how he can’t dance and all his girlfriend wants him to do is take her dancing. He went on and on about how he buys her flowers, takes her out for expensive dinners, spends good money on tractor pull tickets, but what she keeps harping on is going dancing and he just doesn’t dance. He said he can throw a football a hundred yards. He can zip into a parking space at Walmart® before other people rush in to get it. He can field dress an eight point buck in under 20 minutes. But he can’t dance to save his soul. I’m thinking if he’s as talented as all that, why’s dancing such a problem?
I’m no expert, but I saw someone dancing at the park here once. She had those speaker-things stuck in her ears, plugged into a little electronic box clipped to her shorts. I know she was dancing because I heard an older couple comment on how rude it was to dance like in public that when they were trying to walk. Anyway, she was bobbing in spasms, the way I’ve seen people do after getting stung by a bee. So, how hard can it be to dance? All that guy needs is to poke himself in the butt with a pin and I bet he’d get the same results. That way his girlfriend would be happy. He’d be happy. And he wouldn’t be limited by his belief that he can’t dance.
A couple days later it must have been his girlfriend who came walking. I think it was her because she lamented about how this guy she started seeing is really great, buying her flowers and taking her to nice restaurants, but he just won’t take her dancing. She told her friend this guy said he can’t dance. Well, instead of living with that limit, why doesn’t she just show him? I bet he didn’t know how to field dress an eight point buck at birth. Someone showed him. If he can learn that, she could show him how to dance.
I just don’t understand you humans. If I had those leg-things, I’d dance. But as it is now, I’m can only rock and roll.
Well, we’ll talk again. Ciao for now.
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