“The ancient texts say that you will know a wise man because he is running through the forest, flapping his arms, chirping, and slapping his own ass,” my boss explained seriously. “Everyone assumes that this is philosophy, but really it’s just aerobics.”
I stopped and looked around at my life and it was boring. I hold down a job, I make slow progress towards graduation, and my boyfriend is going to work for my father. I cannot continue in this line and must fuck shit up in order to be happy.
My feet are itchy. My Christmas vacation is looming. My bank account is more or less full. I need to do something new and difficult, or the last anyone will see of me is my retreat into the forest, chirping and slapping my own ass.