Animal Farm

Hanging around with my fellow "future soldiers" left me feeling old (though my dad told me the other day that I was born old). As Cueball* drove me home, I asked him about the two obnoxious girls who had followed Mustache* around like puppies.
"Oh, the blonde one by herself isn't so bad, Mustache is her recruiter. It's when she's with her friend... together they're terrible. Mustache gives them attention, that's why they follow him around like that."
"I used to be like that in high school."
I don't think Cueball believed me.

Maybe this naturally happens to everyone, as we accrue experience and scars: we try to eradicate parts of ourselves. Society teaches us which ones to put in cages and shuffle off into darkened corners. Some shamans believe that when trauma shocks the soul, part of it separates. After a time, your soul is in pieces. This description always reminded me of schizophrenia... a trauma causes a separation in a place that can only be described as within.

The noise and smell of a wild animal in a small, enclosed space is much worse than the noise and smell of a wild animal with the whole world to roam in. Then multiply the animals, the smell, the noise...

Enough! If nature loves diversity, it wont mind a few more monsters. Let the world look after itself, my critters gotta be free! Hoorah, I'm young again!

*Names changed not for protection but for my own amusement.