I have communed with nature twice in the last two days.
Yesterday, a squirrel came right up to my shoes when I was on the phone sitting outside the Ed School. I was on a concrete bench, laying with my back against the bench, looking at the sky, and this squirrel (those cursed beasts) just hops along and sniffs my backpack as if he had no fear of me or my unassuaged anger against his race. You see, we have these squirrels in our insulation…
Tonight I was walking to the all campus worship night at the nursing school, and I stop in the grass by Old Cabell Hall. 5 feet away from me is a rabbit. Just like the squirrel, he neither seems to be afraid. He is nibbling on a little blade of grass. I stop moving. He stops moving. We stare at each other for about 10 seconds, neither one of us twichting a muscle. Then, mentally, we both agree to leave each other be, and move on with our lives. Rabbits, I always knew they were a peaceful species, but never this tranquil.
Is this a sign? Can I commune with the animals like the man from zipadee doo da, you know, the one with the bluebird on his shoulder. If for any reason this is the case, the animals should wise up soon and get with the program. At least the squirrels. I am dangerous. I am not to be messed with. They should have reason to be afraid. After a semester of squirrel defication under our floorboards, and the perpetual gnawing and scurrying at seven in the morning, I am ready to rip their throats out of their skulls with my bare hands. I will not hold back. I won’t have a second thought or bat an eyelash. “Primal rage” is now a term that applies to me.
Anyways. Just had to get that out.
Also, tonight I learned this: You don’t get lonely, and I mean really lonely, until you have someone to miss. Why do I thrive off of attention from the people I think are better than me? Can’t I keep myself happy? Can’t God?