Getting accustomed to scary routines and tending to enjoy them is something I have never really mastered. But I have become adept at hiding this fact. For instance, I am still frety at the thought of crossing busy highways, even though on the outside, I am a calm dove when I do so.
I thought dogs to be the most loyal of man’s domesticated animals. I thought ‘dogs all the way’ until our 3 year old brilliant, cheerful dog metamorphosed into a beastly creature for God knows why. We do not know when the change began but we confirmed it after Volly, our cute dog, stopped wagging his tail and decided to chew the bloody juice out of a vistor’s fingers. Nobody tells me to be careful with Volly or other dogs. But however playful we get around each other, I still carry about the consciousness that shit could hit the roof any moment.
Speaking of friendliness and playfulness, whenever I become comfortable enough to make and say silly inside jokes with persons, however much I loosen up in their company, I place somewhere on an easily reachable shelf in my mind, that these folks can one day become complete strangers whose daily lives would have no intercept with mine. But I get lost in them anyway. I appreciate them anyway, because until after now, all we have to enjoy is what we have for now.