Daily wisdom-why trees are better than people
I like trees. Trees are nice, mostly because they are not people. So they don’t talk, a plus, even better they don’t slather themselves in axe body spray ™ ©. They just have a nice tree-y smell and they’re content with that. Trees are much nicer than people. It almost makes me want to become one of those recluse serial killer types who abandon society to live out in the woods in BFE. But then I remember my fondness for indoor plumbing and eating meat without having to part it from the non-eatable bits, that and bookshops you cant ask a person to go without bookshops. Another problem is that of my aforementioned fondness for books. It’s rather likely that trees hate me as much as I like them. I’m like some kind of tree Hitler. Okay, maybe not Hitler, tree Hitler would be those guys that publish the junk catalogs. You know the ones that sell everything from cures for impotence ($29.95) to those chicken shaped quilted toaster covers ($14.95). But still I’m pretty high on the asshole list for trees and I’m just not prepared to live in that kind of hostel environment.