A bear has been stalking me. I keep looking back at the bear, because he freaks the shit out of me. But I know he's not bad, he just does what bears do. Eat, shit, sleep, kill. I can trust that.
So I can't be angry at the bear. I know what the bear is there for, can't do anything but respect it. There's no point in befriending the bear; he does what he does, when he wants to do it.
Most friends are like bears. They do what they do when they wanna do it, and damned if you're in the way. Scorpion/snake problem, right? But I don't like snakes...too obviously evil in North American terms.
Bears, though...you respect bears. Just don't dance with 'em and you'll be fine.
...I don't know where the fuck that metaphor went. I think it just totally left, man. Gone.
So I can't be angry at the bear. I know what the bear is there for, can't do anything but respect it. There's no point in befriending the bear; he does what he does, when he wants to do it.
Most friends are like bears. They do what they do when they wanna do it, and damned if you're in the way. Scorpion/snake problem, right? But I don't like snakes...too obviously evil in North American terms.
Bears, though...you respect bears. Just don't dance with 'em and you'll be fine.
...I don't know where the fuck that metaphor went. I think it just totally left, man. Gone.