I am a clean, rational, frustrated squirrel. I’ve never had a moment where I denied that. I’ve never had a moment where I even considered thinking about denying it…until this post of course. I’ve spent my life trying to be good… trying to avoid the pitfalls that my fellow air breathers have fallen victim to. Sometimes, the results are good… sometimes not so much.
The heart of my frustration is this: I make “good” decisions. Others, make “bad” decisions. In the beginning, I’m thinking I’m the one that will be making out…because if you make the good decision, good things should happen, right? When it all comes full circle, the bad decision maker is in the EXACT same situation as I am… the only difference being that the bad decisioner had a blast, while I sat in my tree chilling with the leaves.
Now, I’m not advocating the cease and desist of all logical thought (as much as I would like to), but seeing the wrong decision play out with the nearly identical results as the right decision stings a bit. I don’t have any cool stories to tell later on. I don’t have any funky scars to impress the ladies with my feats of dumb luck. All I have is that tree… as does the bad decision maker.
Squirrels just wanna have fun… apparently.
