counting backwards spirit totem
You know you've hit rock bottom when you're sending out MySpace bulletins about needing room mates. I've officially run out of people I know in town. Luckily, the response has been mediocre. If this fails, I'm hoping there's a comfortable place to squat nearby, or at the very least, I can live in my cushy new car. Less expenses would be welcome, though I'm not sure how one goes about living in a car. I would ask the dudes who used to live in the van at the end of my cul-de-sac, but they've moved on. Such is the life of the nomad. Work sucks, my personal life is in turmoil, I'm not sure what my next step is. Right, you've heard it before. Like most people, when things get tough, they turn to the spiritual world, but even the picture of my boy Jesus that lives on my key chain's even giving me a look like, "Dude. It's summer. Grab a beer and chill out." He's probably right. He always is, but that's not what I need right now. Thanks to sites like Icanhascheezburger.com, I've found comfort in the animal kingdom (but not in a dirty way) and it made me think about my spirit animals, of which I have three, and I thought I'd share them.
The Owl. I've always been something of a night owl. Being active in the daylight hours really fucks my chi. Even as a young pup (there's no doggie in my totem, but I am a friend to all dogs), my parents never could get me to go to sleep. I remember laying awake in my bed thinking of all kinds of crazy shit like the Satan under my bed and the ghost in my closet. I don't think I really believed in these things, but I thought about them enough to convince myself of the possibility. Ever since Bubo from The Clash of the Titans, I've always been a friend to the owl, though only in the same way you're friends with someone you'd like to be friends with but have ever actually met, which is to say you're not really friends with them. But I'd like to be. If I ever met an owl, I'd say, "Yo, guy. How are you?" and I figure we'd hit it off from there. According to the Holistic Shop Dictionary, which I hold in the highest regard, owls represent wisdom, clairvoyance and magic. Clearly, a perfect fit.
The Turtle. When I was younger, I had a turtle. I named him Raphael after the Ninja Turtle. I didn't know how to take care of a turtle so it died. I killed Raphael, and I hate myself. His remains are buried in a shoe box (pet reptile coffin of choice) in my back yard beneath a pear tree. I think he would've wanted it that way. Holistic Shop Dictionary says turtles represent completion and protection, but for me, I think of poor Raphael and feel only remorse and regret. I am a terrible shabby person. But mostly, I kinda look like a turtle. Especially when I'm sitting down.
The Koala. You won't find him in the Holistic Shop Dictionary because Native Americans probably never seen one of these noble beasts. They live far from America, but thanks to Outback Steakhouses, I can eat myself into a stupor and gaze upon pictures of their contented visages. I used to watch a cartoon called Quickie the Koala, or something to that effect, and I even had a stuffed koala toy that I'd gotten at a flea market who I called by the same name. I like their fluffy ears and their weird noses and that every time you see a picture of these things, they're always asleep or eating, which are just about two of the most pleasurable things one can do with their free time. I guess this is what I aspire to be: small, gray, fuzzy, lazy. Godspeed, brave koala.
I get the feeling I did one of these before, but maybe with different animals, or all the same animals except one. I don't know. I just felt compelled to write something and on my way to get a tuna melt sandwich for lunch this afternoon, I couldn't stop thinking about owls. I don't know either.
The Owl. I've always been something of a night owl. Being active in the daylight hours really fucks my chi. Even as a young pup (there's no doggie in my totem, but I am a friend to all dogs), my parents never could get me to go to sleep. I remember laying awake in my bed thinking of all kinds of crazy shit like the Satan under my bed and the ghost in my closet. I don't think I really believed in these things, but I thought about them enough to convince myself of the possibility. Ever since Bubo from The Clash of the Titans, I've always been a friend to the owl, though only in the same way you're friends with someone you'd like to be friends with but have ever actually met, which is to say you're not really friends with them. But I'd like to be. If I ever met an owl, I'd say, "Yo, guy. How are you?" and I figure we'd hit it off from there. According to the Holistic Shop Dictionary, which I hold in the highest regard, owls represent wisdom, clairvoyance and magic. Clearly, a perfect fit.
The Turtle. When I was younger, I had a turtle. I named him Raphael after the Ninja Turtle. I didn't know how to take care of a turtle so it died. I killed Raphael, and I hate myself. His remains are buried in a shoe box (pet reptile coffin of choice) in my back yard beneath a pear tree. I think he would've wanted it that way. Holistic Shop Dictionary says turtles represent completion and protection, but for me, I think of poor Raphael and feel only remorse and regret. I am a terrible shabby person. But mostly, I kinda look like a turtle. Especially when I'm sitting down.
The Koala. You won't find him in the Holistic Shop Dictionary because Native Americans probably never seen one of these noble beasts. They live far from America, but thanks to Outback Steakhouses, I can eat myself into a stupor and gaze upon pictures of their contented visages. I used to watch a cartoon called Quickie the Koala, or something to that effect, and I even had a stuffed koala toy that I'd gotten at a flea market who I called by the same name. I like their fluffy ears and their weird noses and that every time you see a picture of these things, they're always asleep or eating, which are just about two of the most pleasurable things one can do with their free time. I guess this is what I aspire to be: small, gray, fuzzy, lazy. Godspeed, brave koala.I get the feeling I did one of these before, but maybe with different animals, or all the same animals except one. I don't know. I just felt compelled to write something and on my way to get a tuna melt sandwich for lunch this afternoon, I couldn't stop thinking about owls. I don't know either.
1 comment:
Blood of the Koala! Sword Yielder!
But seriously, above all else, you are who you are and things tend to fall into place for you pretty easily and unexpectedly. Remember back over the past few years and all the ways in which life blessed you with luck. Things will work out, as they tend to do for you. And if something goes awry, you always have us down here and we'll take you in...you can sleep under the pooltable or in the spidey-basement.
-Shawna
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