A few days back I discussed the whole goad-kicking issue. Occurred to me today that sometimes I don't understand the reasoning behind why the kicking would ever start. Why would you not want to know where you should be headed? Coming from an OCD, why would you not want that decided for you? When isn't safety a paramount concern?
Up early this morn and goaded to knees. Could have kicked. Maybe would have kicked. But thought never crossed the mind. That pressure, that pulling, that prodding -- no different than nuzzling and scratching and petting. Again, why ever kick?
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