While visiting my parents recently an older gentleman on a scooter rode up and greeted me. We had a friendly conversation within the confines of my parents’ gated community. He said his dog had mistaken me for his son. I looked down and saw a small dog or large rodent sniffing my shoes. Then his son emerged from the house. The son was quite animated as he was taking a smoke break from his online gaming.
The next morning I saw the son again. He was pedaling his bicycle slowly, smoking, and looking rather like a homeless man. He didn’t seem to recognize me.
I found myself thinking I felt reassured that the older gentleman’s very small dog obviously had a very small brain.
But who am I to say whom or what I do or do not resemble. Maybe I’m more like a gaming and smoking homeless man on the street than I think. After all, I can’t see myself very well anyway.
This is the nature of my internal conversations. A swing towards the too critical and too judgmental followed by a swing back toward self-critique.
This might be why B.F. Skinner suggested that thinking is irrelevant.
This also might be why I have a blog and not a dog.