bear trap

For some reason at band practice the other night I made a joke about bear traps. Just raising the mental image in my mind forced me to think about that idea, and I actually prevented practice from continuing while I contemplated my navel and dwelled on the cruelty.

Late in the evening tonight, I made a joke about how Amber secretly makes compelling delicious dinners that require many plates/bowls to pull off, and does it in such an aromatic way, I quickly succumb to my desires and share in the meal …. only to be served the task of doing the dishes. My roommate said “Garrrett, you’re sort of like a mouse easily swayed by the cheese, or a bear quickly caught in a trap.” I told him he may be more right about that than he knows, and that at that very moment his little random side comment could actually be the universe speaking through him directly to me.

I don’t outright feel this way, but it keeps coming up so I am trying to look closer at my life to see if there’s something I am missing.

Before going to bed, I read about this art exhibit in a myspace bulletin:

In 2007, the ‘artist’ Guillermo Vargas Habacuc, took a dog from the street, tied him to a rope in an art gallery, and starved him to death.

For several days, the ‘artist’ and the visitors of the exhibition have watched emotionless the shameful ‘masterpiece’ based on the dog’s agony, until eventually he died.