Chimpanzee: (n) a great ape
“Keeping an open mind so I can claim to have one…”
Yes, that’s me.
I don’t think I’m alone. It seems, in our generation, that being decried for having a closed mind is the worst insult we could sling at someone.
We all pretend that we are very willing to learn new things as we strategically place ourselves smack in the middle of repetition.
Being a person of faith, I got tired of those who are not bent in that persuasion, accusing me of being ignorant because of my insistence on valuing creation instead of adhering to evolution. Actually, I agree with evolution–up to a point.
And that point is the chimpanzee.
The chimpanzee is supposed to be our closest cousin, or some sort of relative. So one day I decided to go to the zoo, observe the chimpanzee, and discover what similarities I had with this non-kissing-cousin. I stayed for a full hour–matter of fact, I stayed so long that I think the little monkey became paranoid.
The chimpanzee seemed to have a great preoccupation with its own penis. It frequently reached down to pull on it, as if releasing it from some sort of prison.
The creature also favored scratching its ass, made unintelligible sounds, and hopped around from place to place with no real destination.
It became aggravated when someone took its food or threatened to occupy its space.
It seemed to glare a lot. (It could have been gas.)
It wasn’t particularly friendly. Of course, that could have been due to the fact that it was in a zoo instead of out on the Serengeti.
It didn’t like its fellow-monkeys, and appeared to be a little chippy, looking for a reason to argue.
It was obviously selfish.
It stopped from time to time–appearing to preen. (At least that’s the way I would describe the self-stroking.)
It was very preoccupied, and most of the time, seemed bored.
I realized I was wrong.
It is very human.