Once upon a time, there was a girl who lived in a lovely village. She went to school every day, studied real hard and got good grades. But there was just one problem.
Every day at 4pm, she walked a ways up the road to where there is always a small fire burning. Every day, as she passes by the old man, he tells her not to touch the fire. Every day, she walks right up to the fire and puts her hand over it.
The pain is intense and the girl screams out. Her hand is already sore and scarred from all the previous days' pain and every day the pain is worse. She walks back down the road, crying, past the old man (who hands her a bandage) and goes home.
Weeks and weeks go by and the girl continues her daily routine. Until one day, when the old man could not take it anymore. He stops the girl as she is walking by, hand already bloodied and bandaged from the day before...he has to know.
Old Man: are you going to the fire?
Stupid Girl: yes.
Old Man: don't you know that it will burn you? i tell you every day...
Stupid Girl: yes, i know. i hear you tell me.
Old Man: then why do you keep doing it? why don't you stop hurting yourself?
Stupid Girl: Because I am stupid, I guess.
and off towards the fire she went again.