Me and Albert

I just discovered I’m a robot.

I tried six times to enter the two weirdly-written code words in a security box on a friend’s blog to leave a comment, and I could not get it right. So, since the instructions read “Please prove to us you are not a robot,” and I failed SIX TIMES in a row, I must, therefore, be a robot.

In addition, I must be an insane robot, since my husband frequently reminds me that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing repeatedly and expecting a different outcome.

Like trying to prove I’m not a robot six times in a row and failing.

But do you know who came up with that definition of insanity?

Albert Einstein.

Albert Einstein was a genius, and how did he spend his time? Writing formulas. Over and over again. Thinking that eventually, something was going to turn out different and he’d be able to explain the space-time continuum.

Oh my gosh. Albert Einstein was an insane robot. Maybe he wouldn’t be able to decipher the wacky letters in my friend’s security box, either.

Oh, wait. He did figure out the space-time continuum thing. That’s the Theory of Relativity. So in proving one theory, he actually invalidated his own definition of insanity – he did the same thing over and over and finally got a different result.

I knew there was a reason I do sit-ups.

Me and Albert. We’re two of a kind. Let me try that security box again…