When I was twenty-one, my family was "into horses". They had three or more, and their friends and they went riding every week end. I was just home out of the service and I would have liked to join such a congenial crowd. BUT... I knew practically nothing about horses.
A horse is ten times the size of the person who rides him, guides him, is his master. If the horse knew how, he could be the master of the human. But people who know how easily control that beast. You can fool a horse by pretending to know how... for a while. Sooner or later the horse "catches on" than you are faking. And if he wants, he takes over.
My family wanted me to join the social circle of horsey people, and I was willing. So they put ME on a HORSE. Right on top, as though I knew what I was doing. And we went on a week end social ride.
All went well for a while, until the horse discovered that I was just a puny human hanging on, not controlling. At a crucial point in the ride, he wanted to do his own thing, and he did. He ran.
And he ran until HE decided to stop. My "whoa" and pulls on the reins, nor my cursing did nothing. He had the bit in his teeth and I was merely hanging on. When he tired of the game he stopped. The rest of the group caught up with me with lots of advice on how to control a horse.
I don't remember if I finished that ride or not, but mostly after that I stayed off horses. I learned to fly a plane and pilot a boat, but the horse had won his battle of wits with me. I am NOT smarter than a horse.
What brings this memory to mind? My computer. This morning the computer took the bit its teeth and ran away. For nearly half an hour, when I wanted to do one thing, it wanted to do another. And so it did ITS thing. It downloaded files that I have never heard of, from someplace I have no idea where. No amount of computer "whoa" would stop it. Not delete/control, not escape, not Start/turn off. Cursing did not bother it either. I could have killed it by pulling the plug, but I figured, that like the horse, it would behave once it tired of the game.
After twenty-five minutes, it settled down into normal routines. I am NOT smarter than my computer. But I out-weigh it. We labor on, and I drive it warily. Sooner or later it will take off again. I know it is just a matter of time.