Bush Meat

I have a habit of sticking my foot in my mouth. I have a party trick where I stick my whole fist in my mouth but that tends to attract people. This is different. This is a habit of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time to the wrong person. It's not attractive. It's offensive. Please, if you will, note the following example:

J and I were invited to a party by a couple of girls. They were not a couple but were prone to couple here and there, if you get my drift. They were very close and the best of friends. They lived in a small house in the next town. They owned a number of cats between them.  Let's call these girls, Sally and Cathy.

Sally and Cathy and myself were Facebook friends. A couple of weeks before the party, Sally's cat died.  I was very sad when I learned of his passing. He was a pervert, though. He once watched with the keenest interest as J and I engaged in a hot lovin' moment on their couch 'o love. I mean he sat and stared as if he was a sophisticated recording device covered in fur. I digress. The cat died and I knew Sally must be very sad.

The next week, I see pictures on Cathy's profile of a campfire and an obvious cat burial. Why do I say obvious? Because of the shovels and holes and dead cat featured in the pictures, that's why. And drinking. There was some drinking, some laughing and some crying, too. The photos gave me great pause. I studied them for a very long time. I thought they were extremely moving and genuine and true to the people participating in them. But I was shocked to see them posted in that manner. I left a comment that read something like Hey! Wow! Seeing this makes me feel a whole lot better about myself and my proclivity toward the bizarre. 

Fast forward to the night of the party. We're sitting there. Just the four of us. Drinking, talking and listening to music - all the normal things. Someone mentions wild times on the couch 'o love. HaHaHa we say. Sally tells us her cat is dead. She is obviously in a strange place regarding the deceased. She reveals some weird hypothesis about how hard it would be to get the flesh off of the bones to make a marionette puppet of the dead cat. She makes puppeteering motions with her hands. It weirded me out but you don't complain out on the edge. You're supposed to hang on and keep your mouth shut.

I couldn't keep quiet. WHOAH! YEAH! WHEW! I tell ya what! When I saw those pictures of ya'll doing that weird drunken campfire cat burial thing, I couldn't believe it but I think this is even weirder! Sally looked at me, instantly very serious and level headed and asked, "What pictures?" I looked at Cathy real quick and she looked at me with eyes that said a big, scary monster was behind me. Cathy answered that she'd posted some photos. Sally demanded to know if the cat was visible. She looked like she was going a little crazy inside her head. I lied and told her that I just deduced from the accouterments that a burial had taken place. I apologized for causing trouble and when Cathy excused herself to "go to the bathroom" I could only hope she was deleting those photos. Joe gave me his Good going, babe! look.

Now, I never meant to hurt anyone. I didn't mean to reveal any secrets. Jesus! The woman was talking about picking him clean to make a puppet. I had no idea she would draw any lines anywhere! And they were best friends! I thought best friends looked at each others social networking profiles. Apparently not so for these two ladies. And this all brings me to my point. I didn't intend any harm. I assumed I was doing the right thing and I still caused a big ruckus. I've been censoring myself in one way or another for some time now. In an effort to protect the innocent, play fair and honor my fellow man, I've done myself a disservice by ignoring my instincts and intuition. If I'd followed my gut, so to speak, I don't think it would have gotten so far. I would've asked Cathy what motivated her to post those pictures and I would've told her that it seemed to be the wrong thing to do. 

I think change is a good thing. We must change or die. If one can change into something, one can change out of it. I'm going to work on it. I'm going to work on being true to myself and respecting the other guy in the process. Before things get out of hand and into my mouth again...