Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Lions, Tigers, Et al.

The first time I clearly remember it happening, I was in World History summer school between my Freshman and Sophomore years, but I have a feeling I've been doing it my whole life. I zoopomorphize people; I see them as their animal equivalent. It's not that they even really look like the animal per se, but to me they somehow exude that animal's flavour, it's feel, it's impression. Odd, I know. In high school it was a girl from Clovis West named Caitlyn, and she was a sea otter. One minute I was gazing vacantly around the room and the next I was struck by the resemblance which would grip me for five more weeks until we went our respective ways and I was left with noting more than a colour coded map of Africa's several dessert regions. I can do it with most everyone if I try hard enough, but there area few that strike me and I see them more as their animal avatar than I do as people. Last week at the Gold's where I work out, while I lay panting under the bench press, Water Buffalo said to Lion, "Can you believe those f**kin' Dodgers?! They're gonna pay Torre 13 mil, and they're talkin' 'bout signin' A-Rod! F**k!" Lion, gloved paws on his hips, just adjusted his shades and shook his mane.

6 comments:

James said...

What am I? We should work out sometime. I can have visitors.

Micah said...

I think I can have visitors, too, I'll check w/ my PO. I mean, the girl at the desk.

What would you be . . . ? This on was hard for me. I wanted to go w/ Platypus because they're very unique animals, but I think that the vibe you put off is a grizzled tabby.

Anonymous said...

is this why you called me a koala?

Anonymous said...

Do you see an animal when you look at me???? (Is there a better way to word that??? :)

-M.

Micah said...

Trish, you were there for the reason I call you Koala. Trust me, it'll pay off big when you move to Seattle to work at Pike Place.

Mish . . . you're an animal!

Anonymous said...

hahaha, oh that's right! Pike Place...I wish I had a fish to throw at you...