Methinks am getting to be one of those old, cranky, crotchetty heretics. A gnarled Tree person trying to resist being chopped and chainsawed into the mill of Pulp fiction. No longer suitable to live in John Howard's Brave New World of super-slick Advertisements and sleek-suited, silvertongued, shark-toothed executives.
Not even a tiny thorn under the skin of "superiors" .. too easily tweezered out and discarded.
People fascinate me. Brought up as a singular child on a farm where the nearest shop was 20 minutes drive away, my only companions were a gun and a dog. Inarticulate, shy, socially inept, would spend much time sitting in the corner, watching; trying to figure out why there was a difference between what people said, and what they did. Even after a great deal of reading, social veneer, and interaction with humankind .. still haven't figured it out - which is why I get along much better with plants .. and animals.
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"People fascinate me. Brought up as a singular child on a farm where the nearest shop was 20 minutes drive away,"
Hum, reminds me of part of my childhood.
"People fascinate me."
Ah, yes, the monkeys, they fascinate me also. Yet, I prefer interaction with them over plants and animals.
Interesting.
Billy B, I interact with real people each and every day in real life; not in any deep or intimate way, perhaps. I actually quite like most of them. Most of them quite like me. I sometimes get into trouble with the written word though, since I don't have the skill (or patience) to indicate a grin, tone of voice or twinkle of the eye with each sentence.
.. and plants don't argue back.
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