rush in four daaaays
Yesterday afternoon I went to the Lincoln Park Zoo. I was reminded of how sad zoos make me. Does the lion REALLY think that the 2-D mural on the wall of his "habitat" is his homeland? What if he ran towards it and hit his little liony head?
So we went to the Primate House and I was fascinated by these two chimps right by the viewing area. They were lying down next to each other, holding hands and giving each other little kisses on the other's hand or arm. One was picking the little bugs out of the other one's fur. Occasionally they would interlock their legs. I found this so touching, and I think it's because of the oft-repressed idealistic liberal in me: deep down we're all so basic, we want the same things out of life- affection, care, companionship- so why can't we just acknowledge our SAMENESS and live in peace?
I know you might want to gag, but I think I make a decent point.
Props to my friends and Alex (aka my search party) for taking care of me. Now, personally I thought I was an absolute riot. Like when Kimmy got drunk on Full House and put a lampshade on her head and burped out a poem and thought she was fabulous, except I was getting lost in someone's house, freaking out over the attention given to me by a freshman girl, and hugging approximately everyone in sight. When I was finally discovered, I think I was freaking out over the discovery of a toaster in the basement. I love my life.
So we went to the Primate House and I was fascinated by these two chimps right by the viewing area. They were lying down next to each other, holding hands and giving each other little kisses on the other's hand or arm. One was picking the little bugs out of the other one's fur. Occasionally they would interlock their legs. I found this so touching, and I think it's because of the oft-repressed idealistic liberal in me: deep down we're all so basic, we want the same things out of life- affection, care, companionship- so why can't we just acknowledge our SAMENESS and live in peace?
I know you might want to gag, but I think I make a decent point.
Props to my friends and Alex (aka my search party) for taking care of me. Now, personally I thought I was an absolute riot. Like when Kimmy got drunk on Full House and put a lampshade on her head and burped out a poem and thought she was fabulous, except I was getting lost in someone's house, freaking out over the attention given to me by a freshman girl, and hugging approximately everyone in sight. When I was finally discovered, I think I was freaking out over the discovery of a toaster in the basement. I love my life.