I Must Be Insane
The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.
I've been called crazy for running in sub-zero weather and blizzards. I've been called crazy for doing the ironman, but mostly for signing up for a second....and third....and fourth....
I was also called crazy quite a bit when I raced motocross, but that was only from people who didn't race.
It never occurred to me until last night that I might actually be crazy. As in, actually insane. Certifiably insane. And not for running in cold weather or doing ironmans or anything like that. I have a habit of doing something over and over and expecting a different result. I don't want to keep doing it, but I can't seem to stop. I keep expecting a different result, but the result is always the same.
I get my haircut at Cost Cutters. I don't like going there, and almost always put it off for at least a week. I hate the place, and they always do a terrible job. Yet for some reason, I expect things will mysteriously change. I keep doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.
The problem is that Cost Cutters is across the street so it's quick and convenient. I can assure you I don't go there because I think they're good. I'm not that crazy.
So last night I stopped by on my way home from work hoping for a good haircut. Maybe today was the day, I thought.
The woman cutting my hair asked how I wanted it cut. After I explained, she then made the typical small talk I wish they wouldn't do. These people need to concentrate. She mentioned the weather and how it seems colder than usual, to which I told her it is in fact colder than usual. Today's high was more than 10 degrees below the norm. Then she said, "...and I don't remember it getting dark this early during daylight savings time."
She then proceeded to give me a bad haircut, which I saw coming.
At least she gave me a fair warning.