No Pony

Date: Monday, July 21, 2008
Time: 00:14
Place: Home

I was once told this story about two little boys, one who was a pessimist, and the other was an optimist.

Their mother was worried aboout the boys because each took their outlook on life to the extreme. So one day, she took them to a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist questioned each boy in turn, and then he spoke with the mother. He said, "Bring them both back here in one week, I want to try an experiment."

So the next week the mother brought the two boys back to the psychiatrist. The psychiatrist put each boy in a different room.

He put the pessimist in room filled with toys, games, bowls of candy, cakes, and it even had a soda fountain so he could have ice cream and milkshakes.

Then the psychiatrist put the optimist in a room filled with horse manure as high as the boy's knees.

After an hour, the psychiatrist went to check on them.

He found the pessimist standing just as he had been left in the middle of the room. When the psychiatrist asked why he wasn't taking advantage of all the room had to offer, the boy replied "Well, if I play with the toys, I might break them or get hurt, and if I eat the candy and the cakes and the ice cream, I might eat too much and get a tummy-ache."

Then the psychiatrist checked on the optimist, and boy was there a difference. The optimist was having a ball! He was covered from head to foot in manure. He had been tossing balls of manure against the walls, he had made little "manure-men", and at the moment the psychiatrist walked in the room, he was in the process of making a manure fort. The psychiatrist was shocked, he said to the boy, "What in the world are you doing?" So the little boy replied, "Hey, with all this manure, there's gotta be a pony!"

It's a long way to make a point, but here it is, with all the crap I've been putting up with lately, where the hell is my pony?