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All grown up now
12 years ago
Yesterday I was out for a walk, at night as I am prone to do and with the dog again. However, in the name of everything experimental and lazy, I forewent the shoes. It had been a long time since I walked around barefoot and while this little excursion wasn't completely successful, it went better than I had thought it would:
It started off heading down the driveway as it always did, the cement being relatively new, less than 5 years, was still smooth enough that it wasn't painful to walk on. The road me and the dog had to cross however, was broken up from all the pounding it takes from the cars and the illegal semi's looking for a shortcut. This however, wasn't enough to deter me from going on, the road after all, was only 6 feet, or a little more wider. Back on the driveway on the other side of the street and up the side after rounding the corner....
The sidewalk was cool to the touch and not really anything either way, cold, dead and just there. This continued for a little while longer, another 10-15 minutes saw us walking around the park. I took this opportunity to walk in the grass like I used to when I was a kid.
I had forgot how much I was missing out on.....
It was like being a kid again, the grass was soft, cooler than the cement, pleasant to feel underneath my feet and an actual joy to walk on. The occasional twig snapped as I stepped on them and I was instantly turned into a child again. It was a feel that I had missed for so long and had been so far away at this point I forgot what it was like.
On the way back, I was left to ponder why this was so, I had been barefoot on occasion before in the back yard and it was nothing like this. About 5 minutes before home, I ran into those god forsaken spiny balls, the arch enemy of non shoed feet everywhere. I curse those things.
Once at home, I let the dog off the leash in the back yard and sat in the swinging chair, looking out at the sky. And I was sad, sad that it seems that we have pushed nature aside for our machines, our mechanizations, our efforts to surround ourselves with our own little version of nature, something I consider to be highly broken.
I have long been made fun of and harassed by people in general for being who I am, the eccentric man, the weirdo. By some family members no less, for furry you might assume, that is partly correct. There are a plethora of things, being a batchelor in his mid 30's is another, a person who watches kiddie cartoons, a person involved in sci-fi (as well as furry, I get heat from both sides for that one), etc ,etc. All because there are these unwritten, unspoken "Rules" of adulthood.
When you're in your 20's, you're expected to throw away all your "Fun" things, get a tie, a car, a family and take up a cubicle job and work till the day you die, all the while having the least amount of fun as you can. Fuck that, I'll take all the bullshit the world throws at me for being different, for dressing up as an anthropomorphic cat and watching cartoons and acting the fool when I feel like it. All those that want to complain can, all I suggest is that they stop following these bullshit unwritten rules and live life the way they want to instead of how they're told to.
In a phrase,
"FUCK the police"
K'Marr
It started off heading down the driveway as it always did, the cement being relatively new, less than 5 years, was still smooth enough that it wasn't painful to walk on. The road me and the dog had to cross however, was broken up from all the pounding it takes from the cars and the illegal semi's looking for a shortcut. This however, wasn't enough to deter me from going on, the road after all, was only 6 feet, or a little more wider. Back on the driveway on the other side of the street and up the side after rounding the corner....
The sidewalk was cool to the touch and not really anything either way, cold, dead and just there. This continued for a little while longer, another 10-15 minutes saw us walking around the park. I took this opportunity to walk in the grass like I used to when I was a kid.
I had forgot how much I was missing out on.....
It was like being a kid again, the grass was soft, cooler than the cement, pleasant to feel underneath my feet and an actual joy to walk on. The occasional twig snapped as I stepped on them and I was instantly turned into a child again. It was a feel that I had missed for so long and had been so far away at this point I forgot what it was like.
On the way back, I was left to ponder why this was so, I had been barefoot on occasion before in the back yard and it was nothing like this. About 5 minutes before home, I ran into those god forsaken spiny balls, the arch enemy of non shoed feet everywhere. I curse those things.
Once at home, I let the dog off the leash in the back yard and sat in the swinging chair, looking out at the sky. And I was sad, sad that it seems that we have pushed nature aside for our machines, our mechanizations, our efforts to surround ourselves with our own little version of nature, something I consider to be highly broken.
I have long been made fun of and harassed by people in general for being who I am, the eccentric man, the weirdo. By some family members no less, for furry you might assume, that is partly correct. There are a plethora of things, being a batchelor in his mid 30's is another, a person who watches kiddie cartoons, a person involved in sci-fi (as well as furry, I get heat from both sides for that one), etc ,etc. All because there are these unwritten, unspoken "Rules" of adulthood.
When you're in your 20's, you're expected to throw away all your "Fun" things, get a tie, a car, a family and take up a cubicle job and work till the day you die, all the while having the least amount of fun as you can. Fuck that, I'll take all the bullshit the world throws at me for being different, for dressing up as an anthropomorphic cat and watching cartoons and acting the fool when I feel like it. All those that want to complain can, all I suggest is that they stop following these bullshit unwritten rules and live life the way they want to instead of how they're told to.
In a phrase,
"FUCK the police"
K'Marr
