A wet elephant is more likely to get in the pool than a dry elephant.
That is what I learned yesterday at the zoo, where Groucho enjoyed getting sprayed with the hose before stepping in for one of his favorite activities, swimming. Apparently, he’d forgotten over the winter how much he loved the pool last year, so the keepers were coaxing him in.
Watching him, I thought about how much he and I have in common. There are things I love to do, but it’s almost like I forget how much I enjoy them.
Until, like Groucho, someone reminds me, or I get a little feel of it.
Then I remember how much I love it.
Are you like Groucho and me?
I read somewhere that this trait is common
(but not universal) among introverts.