Becoming Hominid

I am a hominid now.

My wife’s not happy with me.

Our social standing suffers.

I smell terrible. Fact is, I stink.

I’ve got shit impacted up my entire butt crack; I lack the manual dexterity to get it out.

My wife isn’t going near that mess. She didn’t sign up for this sort of thing.

The truth is I’m only dimly aware of the need to clear feces from my body.

I don’t notice my own bad smell most of the time.

My social awareness is so poorly developed, if it wasn’t for my wife puking and crying, I’d probably wouldn't know anything was wrong, even with the all the terrible itching, scratching, and puss-filled sores “down below.”

I blame Deleuze for what’s happened.

Technically and legally speaking, he’s probably covered from liability.

But see, I’m a hominid now from trying to think philosophically.

It was that “becoming animal” stuff.

I knew if I was going to make it, become animal, I had to go all the way…I had to deterritorialize “absolutely”.

I had to be bold…I had to leap…I had to let go and not look back.

I thought I could.

“I….thought….I….could”-- famous last words.

Instead of flying absolutely, I deterritorialized relatively.

I didn't make it all the way to animal.

I'm in between now.

I am a hominid now.