Wait just one second. I’ve seen that tree before. I know this road. I’ve been here – I know where this goes! I know where it ends! I’ve been playing this game forever and a day; I’m quite certain I can’t win at it. It’s the definition of insanity you know, doing the same thing over and over again, expecting different results.
Today at work a co-worker told me he was going to work on his house. He had nothing else to do, so he was going to put molding in various unnecessary places. Are our lives really so pointless that all we can do is hang molding, trying to stay busy until we finally can die? That’s a silly existence, is it not?
It’s also not the only one.
I spent my entire running career going in circles. Who says that is a bad thing? I rather enjoy it.
Words 
so the date didn’t go well?
So much for bumping the other post off the page, eh? ;-/ *
*wink of uncertainty