Confession

I've been hiding this from you. I wasn't always the lovable, adorable monkey I pretend to be in this blog. I use to be rather mean. Although, I could probably spin it to appear to just be clumsy and clueless.

Back, back, back, years ago . . . there was this boy . . . and on a daily basis, I'd pick him up in gym class and dump him in the trash can. I did it for sport. I did it because I could and he was short.

Although, looking back, with more mature eyes, I was probably flirting and totally clueless as to the appropriate human ways of flirting.

I recently reconnected with him on Facebook . . . and apparently, he has always told himself it was flirting too. Of course, he prefers living alone in the woods to human company these days . . . but surely a whole bunch of experiences led to that lifestyle choice, right? It's not like he's in therapy for trashcan phobias.