Another story ... out of life, and even if it sounds quite funny it has happened, I swear.
When I was around 13 or 14, my family went to spend the day in park in the heart of our town and sit down to have some drinks and food. It is still a place where you may find all kind of people, 'normal conservatives', 'families', old ladies, old men, and any kind of excentric people the place has formed during time. Due to whatever reason, there was a man with a monkey on a leash. I can't classify it anymore from today's perspective. No, it was not dressed, that bad it was not ... the monkey was just with the man like a dog, and it was on a leash. I haven't seen such since, at least not in our areas. Sometimes I've seen people walking around with parrots on their shoulders but never since someone with a monkey instead of a dog.
Well, the monkey sat under the table, and guess what: it didn't take long and you could find me sitting under the table with the monkey.
As we intercommunicated in a kind of way, I, at that time far from understanding myself and how and why I did what I did, realized that the monkey was certainly strangulating itself with the leash that it had twisted around the leg of the table. It must have been circling around and around that table leg until it ended up with an extremely shortened and therewith firmly tightened leash.
At that time for sure already the clown that I am also today - you may know me a little by now - I of course could not help but following the impulse to get the monkey out of its self-inflicted and certainly tricky situation.
As to be expected - but I didn't take that into account, of course - the monkey could not see the intention. The monkey realized there was something going on with its leash, and for a moment the latter tightened just a little more than it already had done before. The animal's reaction is principally easy to foresee: Not able to flee, it was then that, from its point of view and innate behaviour, it had no choice but to attack.
It bit me deep into the hand, and whoever knows about monkey teeth has some imagination how that looks afterwards. Dog bites are nothing against monkey bites, and even the most tiny and superficially 'cuddly' individuals of this species (no type of monkeys is 'cuddly' at all, even not the small - despite what humans try to interprete into animals so often) are equipped with a set of knives any Japanese cook would ever be jealous of. And if you don't believe me, just take a quick look at the guy to the left
One thing is sure: I should have learned from that experience. But did I? I guess not. I am still hopelessly believing that those naked monkeys can understand causalities and contexts.
Enjoy this little metaphor about life, as I am sure I am not the only one trying to unleash monkeys from time to time.
Yours sincerely, in word and deed,
Lyn
When I was around 13 or 14, my family went to spend the day in park in the heart of our town and sit down to have some drinks and food. It is still a place where you may find all kind of people, 'normal conservatives', 'families', old ladies, old men, and any kind of excentric people the place has formed during time. Due to whatever reason, there was a man with a monkey on a leash. I can't classify it anymore from today's perspective. No, it was not dressed, that bad it was not ... the monkey was just with the man like a dog, and it was on a leash. I haven't seen such since, at least not in our areas. Sometimes I've seen people walking around with parrots on their shoulders but never since someone with a monkey instead of a dog.
Well, the monkey sat under the table, and guess what: it didn't take long and you could find me sitting under the table with the monkey.
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| Not same same but similar - photo by M.Rehan found on flickr.com |
At that time for sure already the clown that I am also today - you may know me a little by now - I of course could not help but following the impulse to get the monkey out of its self-inflicted and certainly tricky situation.
As to be expected - but I didn't take that into account, of course - the monkey could not see the intention. The monkey realized there was something going on with its leash, and for a moment the latter tightened just a little more than it already had done before. The animal's reaction is principally easy to foresee: Not able to flee, it was then that, from its point of view and innate behaviour, it had no choice but to attack.
One thing is sure: I should have learned from that experience. But did I? I guess not. I am still hopelessly believing that those naked monkeys can understand causalities and contexts.
Enjoy this little metaphor about life, as I am sure I am not the only one trying to unleash monkeys from time to time.
Yours sincerely, in word and deed,
Lyn
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