the thing about wildlife....
I saved a turtle the other day. I have a hard time understanding why I don't care about people the way I do for animals. I have never stopped to help someone stranded on the side of the road, but I will stop my car and turn on my hazard lights and try to get an unwilling turtle to get out of the road. Not to read much into my turtle friend, who by the why, tried to bite me because it was scare, but I think it was sad because there was another turtle dead on the other side of the road to were it was headed. It was a big turtle. It had a tail that looked like it belonged to a small alligator rather than a somewhat large turtle.
I think I don't stop to help people mainly because of fear. Okay, yes I have fear. Something ingrained in most women, something that only one or two men have actually done that I know about, or at least studied, and that is that every man out there on the side of the road wants to rape and kill us. Would I pull over and help a mountain lion or a rabid looking animal? Hmmm probably not but if I had a choice between rabid dog and guy on the side of the road. I would go with rabid dog.
So it is almost midnight and I can't sleep again. I have a lot of shit going on in my head but can't seem to get any of it out on this screen. I am reading my friends third book that just came out and wondering why I cannot seem to finish my first non workshop short film. Do I have that fear of success that I have seen in so many of my friends? Why is it that the younger me didn't take those chances on myself to be who I wanted to be. I know that this is the agreement that I made with the universe and it knows better than I, but the choices I made because of others instead of myself for myself.. Why?
I think I don't stop to help people mainly because of fear. Okay, yes I have fear. Something ingrained in most women, something that only one or two men have actually done that I know about, or at least studied, and that is that every man out there on the side of the road wants to rape and kill us. Would I pull over and help a mountain lion or a rabid looking animal? Hmmm probably not but if I had a choice between rabid dog and guy on the side of the road. I would go with rabid dog.
So it is almost midnight and I can't sleep again. I have a lot of shit going on in my head but can't seem to get any of it out on this screen. I am reading my friends third book that just came out and wondering why I cannot seem to finish my first non workshop short film. Do I have that fear of success that I have seen in so many of my friends? Why is it that the younger me didn't take those chances on myself to be who I wanted to be. I know that this is the agreement that I made with the universe and it knows better than I, but the choices I made because of others instead of myself for myself.. Why?