A Wolf In Fish Nets

I came in through the front entrance to get my laundry. You where in the steamy cave  waiting for me when I came in, and proceeded to slam the door in my face. I resisted, pushing against the door and to my surprise, overpowering you as I said firmly "do not slam the door in my face"  under hot breath. It took everything in that moment to control myself when you fired back that you needed space, even though I had been gone for over three days. So I gave you your space and let you have your temper tantrum as usual.

You emerged from the cave dressed in fish nets and boots, trying desperately to intimidate me with your yelling  and your insults. I stood by and folded my clothes while you yelled all the while, your voice hot with anger but heavy with hurt. Your fishnets did not fool me-nor did your eyes which glinted with a desperate wildness. Like a wild animal cornered and helpless you ranted on and on. I got my clothes and proceeded to leave when you met my advance with a threat and a warning. "You need to call the police or this could get violent" was the message. I stood there like a stone while you pathetically tried to push me out of my own apartment." Take your hands off me" I replied with a steely voice. They say that wolves are socially intelligent creatures, in packs they rely on each other and have a social hierarchy, one with an underlined goal of domination.  Alone however, shunned by the rest of the pack wolves will eat human flesh. I ran into your territory and I pissed in your cave. Your reign is over- I've made my mark.  

I think of the dashboard of your car. On the Odometer there is a fortune cookie slogan that says "things could be better but its good enough for now" and I think of the human race and how complacent we all are and yet demanding at the same time. Acceptance is different from surrender. Resilience is different from defeat. The world is ending before us and with that a certain sort of acceptance is necessary. Are the FEMA camps ready?Of course they are. We must first rise up from our ashes like the phoenix foretells and accept this before we can act. But somewhere along the time line of events society intentionally got it backwards. Somewhere between  "social activist" and "pacifist" we got it wrong. 

We acted before we accepted and we did so impulsively. Hence we became impulsive people. We have become impulsive consumers, impulsive friends, lovers, partners you name it. The pretense is inevitable. In many ways I believe that although impulsiveness  has been invented  by the authorities  to destroy our spirit, it has now become the key to our survival as a species both on a spiritual as well as primitive basis. The heartbeat of the earth has now sped up and we are picking up on her frenzied chaotic energy. Impulsiveness will become more pronounced as the quickening quickens. Hopefully our of our impulsive induced stupor  will arise a sliver of consciousness that will manifest into awareness on our karmic journey of self actualization.