Long, long ago I learned a mean little rhyme, and there are days
when it comes back. I have a head full of these gems, some
of which are handy bits of wisdom that make up for my lack. Others,
like this one, are reactions to times when people seem to cooperate
to make my time irritating, frustrating, or simply boring.
The full version
(by Sir Walter Raleigh) is:
I wish I loved the Human Race;
I wish I loved its silly face;
I wish I liked the way it walks;
I wish I liked the way it talks;
And when I’m introduced to one,
I wish I thought "What Jolly Fun!"
This is the flip side of the
herd instinct,
which keeps us together, collectively and individually. I suppose
we have to have crowds to make us value being alone sometimes, and
certainly when we have been alone too long, we value company.
Occasionally, I believe, we agree with the sentiment behind this
rhyme. We do not always need company, at least not necessarily
human company. Certainly, cats, budgies, puppies, big dogs or
little ones for hiking or hunting, are company. The don't argue;
indeed, they seem to agree. My oldest daughter has snakes longer
than herself which almost seem to purr when she wraps them around
her neck. If they could talk to you, I'm sure they would say
they love her.
I suppose if you exercised requited love with some other friendly
species, you might believe you did not like our own species, and
there is plenty to dislike. For myself, I'm frequently partial to
certain humans, but I am very choosy about it.
