Beach date, 1950s
There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”
And the neighbours were fucking pissed. The exposed nails ripped the neighbour’s shirt and their dog almost put an eye out. The homeowners association ordered the father to replace the damaged fence.
This is a stupid story and it never happened. Also it was stolen.
Also, those “nails” are photoshopped.
So who wants to come over and watch with me?
This seems like a really weird selection of gifs to represent this movie.
I always want to watch Empire Strikes Back, though.
‘tsundoku’ - the Japanese word for buying books & not reading them, leaving them to pile up.
Vampire Diaries finale literally made me stand up from my seat and repeat “wait, whaaat!?” a half dozen times.
Butler has uploaded a video of my commencement address to the class of 2013, which one can’t help but notice…is longer than the 12 minutes I so confidently promised. I sort of quit working the last month and did nothing but write this speech, and I couldn’t even get the time right. (I guess I read a lot faster alone in my basement.)
I’d like to thank everyone who’s shared the speech, especially the Los Angeles Times, Publishers Weekly, Galleycat, and Entertainment Weekly.
If you’d prefer to read the speech, you can do so here.
I’m reblogging this everyday.
At some point when you grow up you realize that learning math in school wasn’t really about learning math.
It’s about developing your analytical skills and problem solving techniques.
And I bet you use those skills every single day.
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