Have you ever had an epiphany during which you connect ideas that, honestly, probably shouldn't be connected? Ever?
This happened to me this morning during a conversation with my friend E. We were talking about cats, their behavior, etc., in fact she opened the conversation by asking me if I knew that some cats have allergies...because apparently hers does.
For the record, I hadn't given this much thought, prior. Our cat occasionally sneezes, but I assume that's due to my less than exemplary performance as a housekeeper. Ahem. We also had a cat when I was growing up that sucked all the fur off the first 2" of his tail, but that was attributed to neuroses, not allergies, if I recall.
Anyway, we went on to discuss more about felines...and we noted how cool it is that when a cat gets what they want, either a nice warm lap, a head scratch, dinner, treats, etc., it's done with you. Just walks away. Literally.
And somehow we're ok with that. Which is odd since if a human did that, we'd probably be offended mightily. Which brings me to my next point.
Aren't we all a little like cats, for real?
I mean...I know that..and maybe it's because time has become a most precious commodity and there always seems to be something terribly important to do in the next few minutes....but anyway, I've noticed that I will suddenly be DONE...with a moment, a conversation...you name it. Just done.
And I shut down. Whatever thought was happening just stops. And then I disentangle myself from the moment and move on. Ideally, if I was truly catlike I'd be headed off to find a great nap location, preferably on a pillow, in a sunbeam, next to a bowl of cream.
The really really strange thing about this realization? I'm ok with it. I'm fine with it. I'm like, 'Well, I guess saving time, vs wasting it on unnecessary pursuits like long chats or finishing up business meetings is really a good time management strategy, right?'
I don't want to go to that place where I ponder the idea that my brain might just be completely full right now, and just won't engage any more than necessary. The implications of that are just a little disconcerting.
This happened to me this morning during a conversation with my friend E. We were talking about cats, their behavior, etc., in fact she opened the conversation by asking me if I knew that some cats have allergies...because apparently hers does.
For the record, I hadn't given this much thought, prior. Our cat occasionally sneezes, but I assume that's due to my less than exemplary performance as a housekeeper. Ahem. We also had a cat when I was growing up that sucked all the fur off the first 2" of his tail, but that was attributed to neuroses, not allergies, if I recall.
Anyway, we went on to discuss more about felines...and we noted how cool it is that when a cat gets what they want, either a nice warm lap, a head scratch, dinner, treats, etc., it's done with you. Just walks away. Literally.
And somehow we're ok with that. Which is odd since if a human did that, we'd probably be offended mightily. Which brings me to my next point.
Aren't we all a little like cats, for real?
I mean...I know that..and maybe it's because time has become a most precious commodity and there always seems to be something terribly important to do in the next few minutes....but anyway, I've noticed that I will suddenly be DONE...with a moment, a conversation...you name it. Just done.
And I shut down. Whatever thought was happening just stops. And then I disentangle myself from the moment and move on. Ideally, if I was truly catlike I'd be headed off to find a great nap location, preferably on a pillow, in a sunbeam, next to a bowl of cream.
The really really strange thing about this realization? I'm ok with it. I'm fine with it. I'm like, 'Well, I guess saving time, vs wasting it on unnecessary pursuits like long chats or finishing up business meetings is really a good time management strategy, right?'
I don't want to go to that place where I ponder the idea that my brain might just be completely full right now, and just won't engage any more than necessary. The implications of that are just a little disconcerting.
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