Hunting: It's Just a Natural Instinct

If you had a bulldog with a black leather collar and lots of spikes, carefully guarding your weary and recently stepped on heart, would the sneaky little invaders of spite still escape? Whether that heart was pinned down by 5 inch shiny black stilettos or construction boots, why is it when it is over there is so much overkill? Couldn’t we just shake hands and wish each other well, instead of trying to drown each other in one? I think it comes down, as does most of modern life, to packaging. Everyone looks better rolled in chocolate and covered with slivered almonds, but eventually that candy coating is going to have to come off and hopefully you are left with something of substance in the middle of all that come-hither, yummy stuff.

If expectations are premeditated resentments, aren’t we just setting ourselves up from the beginning? It has been said that the very things that draw you to someone are the things that bring you down. And speaking of bringing down, Miss Kitty, in her Prada lab coat, has discovered our brains are wired to hunt, like it or not. We pretend, as we put heavily cellophane wrapped meat in our shopping baskets, that our spear wielding days are far behind us. Well, pull my hair and knock me down with a club, it’s hard wired right next to the lizard bit that tells us who is safe and who is not. Of course that bit no longer serves us well and it isn’t surprising. How smart can lizards really be if they end up as bags and shoes?

So, darling pre-programmed boys and girls, no apologies are necessary here and it isn’t really dangerous anyway. Ladies, you aren’t going to be dried and hung, like beef jerky next to the cases of beer for football season, well, not unless it is a slow season. The interesting part comes when the party is over, be it 4 months or 4 years. That is when the hunter regrets the chase and just might bite. When the investment no longer pays off in high yielding gains and the prey escapes the carefully constructed web of constraints, all that is left is a tepid pool of old almonds and rancid chocolate.

Wash off the sticky remnants of resentment and enjoy the way the rough nuts polish away the last roll of the blame game. Then get over it! To seek fulfillment of ourselves through the possession of other people will always end in an empty shopping cart. To find fulfillment that is as good inside as it is outside, means covering yourself in chocolate and slivered almonds and feeling really good under all that candy.

Have a naughty day!