I don't feel sorry for the seal, I mean at least it's choosing its own destiny, not being clubbed to death.
As it will unfortunately NOT have the chance to learn, it NEEDS to stay in its own weight class.
For a 115 lb chick I am shockingly strong! Shockingly!
Any old 200 lb alcoholic 56 year old dude is going to not just BEAT me but possibly break something if I offer to arm wrestle it. Because I will try hard and lose almost instantly.
It's not really fair, which is why I try to enlist dudes NOT in my weight class to do the things I WANT and I beat them in contests I know I can win, like skill, cunning, and overall evil intelligence.
Well, I have cleaned up my game, nowadays it is ALL on the husband. He is a patient soul... but he has also looked at me with murder in his eyes, I know it.
Like one time that timed game of bejeweled? Well I had just discovered my ADHD-ness, so I got Adderall and WHIPPED the husband's high scores. He was very upset. I believe he may have hired bejewled lessons online, but he slowly, painstakingly filled up the top ten winner scores with his name and I was no longer on it.
So, I sat there one day, musing, and then I realized you could actually RESET and program the winners board, so I put me up there for all ten slots, ALL NINES.
The husband nearly broke a gasket. I was like, "I was practicing on the down low for this moment-- you LOSE."
Now, he did eventually figure it out for himself, but like, he was not happy there for a bit.
He also will NOT play any non video game with me because he was like, "Oh, I played those all as a kid, I will FLAT OUT beat you." I was like (with the
three siblings and the mom who also would not LOSE for her children which I totes respect actually. I mean, don't play at your optimum sometimes so your kid has a chance-- she never did but she could have-- but she didn't.) Well, I was like, "Bring it." From poker, to skip-bo, to WHATEVER I just beat EVERYONE. I have luck but I also have skill.
Some games that look like luck are PURE skill, like Skipbo. Which is not about numbers, but counting cards and how you handle your discard piles. My mom refused to believe me, so instead of "holding back my brilliance every now and then for the self esteem of others"... I uh beat her 20 times in a row. In one night. One fine new year's eve. I could have gone on but her spirit was broken I think. I mean as a baby she took me to the pediatrician to make sure I was not
......ed. She has maintained that attitude a bit so being beat by her ...... kid... smarted. Which is why you don't want to take me on in some arenas although I exercise 2 hours a day and most dudes, even my somewhat lazy son, can arm-wrestle me under the table.
It's about knowing what you can do and what you cannot.
I imagine that baby seal is gonna learn that FAST. Or learn nothing. That is also a distinct possibility.
Anna