I was put here to enjoy life and live in peace. But instead, I have to live with other humans, endure constant bickering, fighting, killing, and hatred with every freedom I ever was granted being taken away in the name of “safety” “peace” and somebodies wallet – sorry Woodstock it’s the way of a fallen nature. Come on over and we’ll quaff a few root beers and reminisce about the “good ol’ days”
I know nothing. I weigh nothing. I am nothing. I do nothing. BUT battle gravity every time I drop something and have to pick it up. Try to lift something I used to do easily. Run/walk as fast as I used to. etc. etc. It seems I am battling gravity constantly at my age. In fact some days it’s easier to just lay down and give in rather than struggle all day to stay upright. js
use to yell “Geronimo” but I fall such short distances now – off the curb, off the step, off the sidewalk, etc. that I just go “grunt” – saves time and is somewhat reflexive.
One more reason a Dog is better than an EV. js