By Ox Drover
Many of you know that I have a background and interest in animal behavior, and that I look at the way animals behave and apply what I see to my own life.
I have two mammoth (horse-sized) donkeys (correctly called asses) named Fat and Hairy that I frequently talk about on the blog. Someone called them the Lovefraud mascots, because I talk about them so frequently.
I’ve ridden and owned various horses over the years and they are loveable creatures, but really not very bright. They will trust their safety to you without question once they are trained and will do what you tell them to, usually without protest, even if it gets them into a situation where they will be injured or killed. If they sense danger from a sudden loud noise or something else, they will frequently panic, and in their own panic and efforts to flee the supposed danger, they will injure themselves or run blindly directly into the danger.
Asses, on the other hand are quite bright and will never trust their safety to anyone except themselves. Because of this tendency to refuse to budge toward something they don’t personally think is safe, asses have become labeled “stubborn” and “hard headed” and “balky” and “uncooperative.” In fact, it is not the case at all! They are just very very self-protective and cautious. They will never trust their safety to someone they aren’t sure puts their safety as high a priority as they do.
In the wild, or even with some tame horses, if there is danger, a horse will just take off in all directions at once, but if an ass senses danger, he will assess the situation before he does anything. He will decide for himself to flee or fight, and if he decides to flee, he will make sure he is going in the direction away from the danger. Not so the horse.
Asses never panic. They put their own safety as the top priority and they know that panic puts them at a decided disadvantage in taking care of themselves, over having a cool head in a crisis. While a horse will run blindly in panic and fear, the ass will stop some distance away from the perceived threat and turn around to observe if it is necessary to keep on running.
Asses are not cowards and sometimes they feel it is necessary to fight to maintain their safety.They are quite capable fighters, using their teeth and all four feet as formidable weapons. Because of this tendency, they are frequently used as guardian animals for sheep, goats and other prey-type livestock. They will not allow a strange animal in their territory. I even have photos of a mule killing a cougar. (Mules are half-horse, half-ass hybrids, but have more ass characteristics than horse characteristics. They are quite bright and also take their own safety into their own hoofs.)
Even though both asses and their mule offspring have reputations for being stubborn and difficult to deal with, I see their intense consciousness for their own safety and wellbeing as a positive characteristic that we should all emulate.
A while back I was riding Fat Ass on a trail ride and we came around a bend and he saw something new to him and stopped to examine it before proceeding. It was a bright shiny new white fence, in contrast to the barbed wire fences he was familiar with. He observed and sniffed this fence from a safe distance until he decided it was harmless and then proceeded. If I had tried to force him to proceed before he was ready to proceed, he would never have gone. His attention would have been diverted from examining the potential danger to resisting my forcing him. I could have beaten him with an iron rod and he would never have moved. A horse, on the other hand would have said., in essence, “Okay, if you think it is safe and you are going to hit me, I will go on.” Not an ass. They have minds of their own and their own safety is uppermost in their minds, as it should be in ours.
Like a horse, I have left my own safety in the hands of others. I have let them force me into places that were not safe, because of the punishment they inflicted on me if I did not do their will. Instead of keeping my own safety uppermost in my mind, I allowed others to “rein me in” and “spur me on” into unknown dangers. I abdicated my own good sense and let someone else take over the reins.
When I panicked, when I finally did see the danger that I had allowed someone else to lead me into, I “rode off in all directions at once” like a panicked horse, running blindly, sometimes right into the danger itself. I fled sometimes when I should have stood and fought, and fought sometimes when I should have fled, because in my panic I didn’t take time to assess the situation and come to a reasonable decision about what I should do.
When I was injured, I concentrated on the injury itself, rather than taking myself out of danger of further injury as an ass would have done. I begged my abusers to stop beating me. I gave in to their demands that I do something I wasn’t sure about.
If a horse has been injured or mistreated, it may remain in a hyper-vigilant state of high stress and never be able to relax. It may become nervous and anxious all the time if it has been hurt or stalked. After my injuries by the psychopaths, I became the nervous horse, seeing danger behind every tree. Living in stressful terror and “waiting for the other shoe to fall.”
The ass however, does not live in a hyper-vigilant state. The ass is continually alert for danger, but not anxious. He doesn’t blow and snort and dance the way an anxious or nervous horse does. He has confidence in the best protector of his safety, himself.
Yea, I’m working on becoming an A.S.S.—-Assertive Survivor of a Sociopath!
ps. In preparation for LF convention… please bring head shot of your S….for a fun game of Pin the tale on the horses’ ass! Winner receives Hat and Shirt with S face on front of it!
Ha ha ha. When I saw the title of this article, I knew right away who wrote it. Great article, Oxy. I will be Smart Ass, if that name has not already been taken.
At the beginning of the movie “Leaving Normal”, Meg Tilly’s character gets hit by her husband, listens to his lame apology, lets him walk away, thinks about it for a bit, then runs away with only the clothes on her back.
At first I thought: If only life was that uncomplicated. Wouldn’t it be nice to just go… leaving all the S crap forever behind.
But then I thought about it some more. If you’re a smart A.S.S., you don’t let it get that complicated, ever again.
Dear LTL,
We could also play DARTS with those photos (head shots) and set them up for targets on our shooting range out here—-also use them as paper for the bottom of my bird’s cage…there are all kinds of fun games we could play. We could even have squares drawn on the pictures and sign up for which NUMBERED SQUARE on that S’s face the bird would poop on first! I mean gosh, I can think of lots of funnnnn things we could do. Get personalized rolls of toilet paper made….and STAR wants the name “Smart Ass”?—I think that should be MY name! LOL
Glad you guys liked my little essay, but you know, there is a lot to the way the asses DO take care of themselves FIRST, and there is a bunch of good things to be said about that!!!
Maybe smart asses is what we are.
>>>>Stupid Ass
That’s them, not us.
BElieve me, we have GOTTEN SMART, but like the old saying is “too soon old, too late smart!” But I am learning it is NEVER TOO LATE TO GET SMART!!! As one of the “older heads” on this blog at 62, though I know there were a few people here a while back that were about my age, I realize I have “wasted” a lot of years living in the FOG (Fear, Obligation and Guilt) but I am now coming out of that FOG finally. It feels good and I don’t ever want to go back into the FOG, it is too painful.
Instead of seeing those years as “wasted” I view those years now as “schooling”—-and yes, it took me several times of REMEDIAL CLASSES to GET THE LESSON, but those years were NOT wasted, because I have the knowledge to go on and to work on ME.
I look back and my achademic career—starting in first grade, to a year in college, then dropped out, worked, lived, had my children, divorced, then returned, graduated, then post grad work and I realize that each thing I did or each thing I learned built upon the foundation of the learning before it.
Some people “get” that learning without quite as many “remedial classes” in the University of Hard Knocks as I did, just as some people go through first grade to PhD without stopping in between classes….each of us, I think have to get our “learning” in our own unique way and unique TIME FRAME.
I have my PhD in the U of Hard Knocks (UHK) but I finally got the LESSONS in my own unique time, in my own unique way, and my lessons have STUCK this time. No more going back….and no more “labs” where I have to suffer more trauma in order to get the idea of what it is. I already know.
Now it is time to get out into the real world and put my knowledge to workk for ME and reap the benefits of all those years of “study”! Enjoy the fruits of all my labor! But learning should be a life-long process, and I intend to keep on studying and learning and stay on the road to Healing!
Hey everyone–
so yesterday yahoo had locked my account for 24 hours. they said that there had been suspicious activity– with someone trying passwords.
Scary– cuz I know who it would be. Then again it could all be a mistake.
I am feeling sad today. Sent out more resumes. written more letters.
went to employment office yesterday and boy is that humbling. I remembered that I was voted most likely to succeed in high school and that was in a college prep school in a upscale suburb of Chicago.
Now–in the physical world I have lost everything and am at ground zero. no one else in my graduating class can say that. All b/c of a pathological liar who saw a good, yet emotionally fragile person with a childhood of abuse?
It all seems and it all is so unfair.
and when I think that my S inherited millions the day he dicarded me– it makes me want to just die.
and I stuck by his side as a photographer. even got him his first real job–at a college.
yeah– this all sucks.
wish i had a place today to go and be alone–
sorry to be negative
Dear Meg,
In spite of your “down” post, you don’t sound as despondent as you did in the past….I think that is good. It is okay to recognize and validate that you got “screwed, but good” and you DID in the sense that he abused and used you.
As far as “most likely to succeed” in your class, I WOULD STILL VOTE THAT FOR YOU, because to me, “success” is to be a good person! How much material wealth or how much bling you have doesn’t make a “success.” My late husband used to be personal pilot to various “success” stories in the form of “material wealth and power” but I can tell you from the tales he told me, the wealth, fame and power they had did NOT make them successful at ALL!. ONe of them was President Nixon, my husband flew him and Pat on the campaign trail, and Nixon was a total FAILURE as a human being as far as I am concerned. Look at Bill Clinton, he still has zillions of dollars and fame, etc but I view him as a total FAILURE as a human being. Doesn’t mean nothing he has ever done was good, just that HE PERSONALY is a poor excuse for a human being and is so narcissistic he makes me want to puke.
You, on the other hand, Meg, are an injured but in MY opinion a very successful person. You are a caring and good person, and that is why you were targeted.
You will find a job, even in these tough economic times, and even though it isn’t the most ideal place, you have a roof over your head and 3 squares a day, so “it could be worse.” (not to sound trite)
I think we ALL need to count our blessings for the things we do have, starting with the ability to care, to love, and to empathize with others. My God, how horrible it would be to BE LIKE THEM, unable to love, always searching for something with meaning and UNABLE TO FIND IT…..trying to buy it, nope, it isn’t for sale, and trying to steal it, nope, is wealth that can’t be stolen….how pitiful they are, how terrible and cursed. I’m glad we are not like them!