After much consideration, I decided that I could live as a hermit. I don't require much social interaction to keep me occupied, and I have better conversations with my dog than I do with some humans. If I became a hermit, I could live off the land, I could be nomadic. The only problem with this theory, is that I love to travel, and that requires seeing and interacting with people. I'm not saying that I don't enjoy people. I love my friends and hanging out, but I could survive without it. Most people could survive alone, but very few actually consider it. The problem is, everytime I consider becoming a hermit, I can't help but think of that Monty Python sketch about the hermits all living together. I've included a link for those of you unfamiliar with it.
So there you have it... my fate, should I ever end up being a hermit. Oh well. Maybe I will just be a holiday hermit and never come out for the holidays! I've got a great start already! It's Thanksgiving and here I am writing a blog. Happy tryptophan induced stupors to you all! In the words of the fictional Dr. Sheldon Cooper, "Social relationships will continue to baffle and repulse me."
You might be asking yourself what exactly the Brontosaurus theory is. Well, I will show you:
If you don't actually want to watch the video, I have included a brief paraphrasing of the script:
Q: You say you have a new theory about the brontosaurus.
A: Can I just say here, Chris, for one moment, that I have a new theory about the brontosaurus.
Q: Exactly. Well, what is it? …
A: Oh, what is my theory?
A: Oh, what is my theory, that it is. Well, Chris, you may well ask me what is my theory.
Q: I am asking.
A: Good for you. My word, yes. Well, Chris, what is it that it is—this theory of mine. Well, this is what it is—my theory that I have, that is to say, which is mine, is mine.
Q: Yes, I know it's yours. What is it?
A: Where? Oh, what is my theory? This is it. My theory that belongs to me is as follows. This is how it goes. The next thing I'm going to say is my theory. Ready?
A: … This theory goes as follows and begins now. All brontosauruses are thin at one end; much, much thicker in the middle; and then thin again at the far end.
Poignant as ever, Monty Python makes us laugh at ourselves for thinking we are so darned original. Its like trying to patent the wheel. Nobody has done it before, so we might as well take the credit for it now! I'm fine with this type of silliness as long as I get to sit back and laugh at the people who actually try those kind of shenanigans.
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