and I have this insatiable need to CLIMB.
Not like climb the walls....like, literally climb. A tree. Or a collection of metal rods. Or over a fence. Or up onto a roof.
Ah. If only....if we lived in a place like I grew up in, with a flat roof and actual access to it, I would totally do my homework on the roof every single day. It would be so lovely.
When I finally settle down (and I say finally, because I intend to travel the entire world first) I'm going to build a jungle gym in my backyard. With a swing set. And mind you, it's not for the kids.
*sigh*
I don't think human-kind was meant to sit in houses, or small cubicle-like offices, in front of glaring computer screens or scratching computations onto pieces of paper all day long.
We were meant to roam the jungle and the desert and climb the mountains and till the land. Seriously.
Where do we come from acting all high and mighty in a suit and tie? Or, god forbid, HEELS?
What can you do in that? Except look better than somebody else. But that's not the point of life. Honestly, when I see someone looking like they got their hands dirty from working in the sun or showcasing a unique style that isn't that "cookie-cutter-perfect-everyone-looks-the-same" fashion, I love it.
And I think they look better than the stereotypes.
In summary,
I need to climb something. And the ladder to my bed just isn't cutting it lately.
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