About Park Birds and Unfamiliar Dogs

Post 162:

            Most of us are like park birds and unfamiliar dogs. We want to hang around, maybe get some free stuff, but when the moment comes, we get a little skittish.

            With animals, I believe this is instinctual. With humans, I believe this is instinctual. That was an intentional repeater. Look, I know we have souls and are therefore different, but judging by the eating habits of my fellow barbeque pit patrons, the word animal comes to mind. Also, I have a deep background in fringe biology, so you can trust me to drop some knowledge.

            So how might this line of thought be used, you ask? No clue. I’m here to observe and record—most of the time, at least.

            There are people that love to be loved, regardless of the source. Put a gentle hand out and they’ll walk right toward it without a thought.

            These folks are rare.

            But it makes me wonder. Why are we like this? Where did this skittishness get burned into our DNA? Think about the animal kingdom. Exactly what asshole animal species is out in the woods holding out breadcrumbs to lure in all the other nice animals? Pretty sure they just attack and eat each other like decent, honest species.

            And it’s because we’re so obviously in need of love. Call it a hand or an ear or a shoulder; just somebody around who won’t crap on you all the time is pretty much what we’re all looking for.

            And yet, we’re very gun-shy. Only so and so can get close to me. Only so and so can become a lifetime member of my circle. Yes, I do want the bone, but I’m going to be the intransigent dog that sits in the corner. Yes, I’m going to let this one creepy instinct that comes from Nowheresville overrule the desire to have a good old time and maybe do some serious hanging out.

            I want to hang out.

            But I have terms and conditions.

            I need your help.

            But I have terms and conditions.

            I need your love.

            But I have terms and conditions.

            We are a touchy bunch. Not sure if we value ourselves too much or too little. Either way, leave me alone. I’m feeling skittish.

            Cheers. See you after.