Who are any of us? Are we who we are now, are we who we used to be, or are we who we’re planning to be one day…once we get past that which we currently consider insurmountable?
Do groundhogs in an African desert ever sit around and contemplate existence, or is this a concept too foreign and complex for them to ever contemplate? Other than being afraid that someone was trying to eat me every day, I’m thinking that theirs would be a pretty stress-free existence. I wonder if they sit around and talk about the images of watching one of their bretheren being eaten. I wonder if they sit around and talk about how they miss their former family members? When humans die, we immediately characterize the individual who died so we can all live better in the aftermath. We usually say, “yeah, but he was old,” or he smoked, or he had been running himself ragged for so long. I wonder if groundhogs say, well he was slow. He didn’t work out enough, and all he ever did was build and rebuild his home. I knew he was going to die, and frankly I say good riddance. Now, I’m sure that other groundhogs will judge you based on the manner in which you keep your home, but you never have to listen to a certain style of music to get people to like you in the groundhog world.
A groundhog would never question spheres of existence in other words. If you live in their community, you’re accepted. I wonder though, if they castigate another groundhog based on that groundhog’s work ethic or his kids’ obnoxious behavior. I doubt though that a groundhog would ever exclude another groundhog that gave him a titty twister.
I used to love to give titty twisters to other fellas. Don’t ask me why. I thought it was funny. There were no sexual motivations, and I didn’t consider titty twisters a proclamation of dominance over a titty twistee. I just thought it would be a funny thing to do that to a guy that was just standing there. I did things to shake everyone around me of out the norm. It’s who I am, who I was, and who I will always be. I don’t force people out of the norm with physical actions in that manner anymore. I’m more subtle now. When I did it to this guy, he punched me in the chest for it. I twisted his titty. I thought it would be funny to do that to a guy that was tough, and standing there, and quiet, and all normal. I had to shake things up. Normally, I would’ve been doubled over with laughter at such a reaction, for I normally loved erratic reactions. This guy’s reaction carried a mean face with it though. I thought we were friends. His punch was an utter rejection of my existence, and he showed it in his face, our friendship never recovered. I’m sure groundhogs reject other groundhogs’ over the top attempts at humor, but do they hold grudges? This former friend told people he hated me after that. He gained a lot of mileage out of that hatred. It served him well.
It’s really a question of complexity versus simplicity of the species as far as I’m concerned. Does a groundhog ever try to shake up his simplistic world, or is he simply happy to be alive, and does it say more or less about the human being that we take life for granted to such a degree that we’re no longer happy to just be alive? Is it complex that we need to shake our lives out of the norm, or is this a simplistic desire?
Let’s put sex into our scenario. If a groundhog decides to perform his act in a different position, would this be seen as complex or simple? What if the groundhog began performing his act on other groundhogs when his mate wasn’t around? Would this be complex or simplistic? If we could see inside the groundhog’s brain, and we saw him fantasize about being shackled to a wall by alien invaders with the aliens intravenously feeding him some sort of semen producing agent while suckling on his organ for the nutrient they need to survive would we consider this a complex fantasy or a simplistic, base one?
