The Bear
February 4th 2010 21:00
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My colleague is well aware of my intolerance with people. My communication style with him includes grunting and growling, particularly when I am frustrated. We have even invented a code: one grunt/growl for yes, two for no (it changes from time to time). Needless to say, he has compared me to many animals lately. I’ve been likened to the walrus, the lioness, the gorilla and now the bear.
When he called me the bear, I couldn’t help but laugh. It reminds me of a line I read in a Sweet Valley High book about one of the characters looking about as friendly as a bear that had just been woken up from hibernation. That’s me. I’m the bear.
My intolerance with people really took off when I moved to Sydney. I had never been fond of people before but after moving to a crowded city, I really despise them. One of them few things I don’t like about inner city living is the number of people who invade your personal space: you’re packed liked sardines on public transport and you can’t walk down the street without someone asking you for a lighter/cigarettes/money/dire ctions – that’s if they’re not trying to sell you something to begin with. If I read a book whilst in the lift there is always some idiot saying “Must be a good book.” If I sneeze, someone will say “Bless you” and get upset if I don’t acknowledge their inane comment. If I happen to be in a hurry, someone will say “Slow down”, “Don’t run” or “Hurry, hurry, hurry!” Is there any wonder why I get really grumpy and feel I can only relate to animals?
My move to Sydney wasn’t as lonely as it could have been as I already had friends there. One of them was Brett, who was Sydney born and bred. I remember a few weeks after I had moved here, he started telling me about how much he hated people invading his personal space. At first, I was puzzled but it did not take me very long to understand how he felt.
I need my own cat. My visits to Brett’s house are not frequent enough to satisfy my cravings for feline company. If it wasn’t the fact I was renting, I would fill my place up with a couple of cats and feel the joy of lowering my blood pressure while I am stroking them.
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