blog: Animal people, plant people and me
Vail CO, Colorado
There are two types of people in this world: those who keep plants and pets in their houses, and those who don’t.
I have lived with both types of folk in my lifetime, and I have drawn some conclusions on each that I think, while not scientifically based, certainly hold true to a point.
Let me start by saying that I am not a plant or pet person. I had a few bad experiences with cats that my psyche can’t seem to let go of. Picture a one-bedroom apartment overflowing with feline furriness, and a girlfriend I no longer got along with; I still have nightmares about it.
And my reasons for not wanting any plants in the house are simple: I like nature outside where it belongs, not inside creating more work for me. Call me lazy if you want, but I like my castle to be my escape from the outside world. If I want to see trees and flowers I’ll go on a hike.
Plant and pet people are, in my opinion, less concerned with housekeeping, and cleanliness in general and more concerned with feelings and experiences. Not to say that they don’t keep a clean house, just not as clean as I would keep it. I have been viewed as a freak by some because I can’t stand messes and clutter, and most importantly I can’t stand pet fur and dead leaves on the furniture and carpet. I’m a firm believer in the thought that reality for these two groups is completely different.
For instance, I have a cousin who loves his cat. He doesn’t seem to mind when the cat hurls up hair balls and scratches up the furniture in his apartment. I, on the other hand, want to kill the cat when it rubs against me, leaving globs of hair on my freshly washed clothes.
He is a dreamer, I’m a realist, and the differences don’t stop there.
My cousin doesn’t seem to be bogged down by some of the concerns that I have, such as being socially awkward, lacking direction, and laziness.
Another buddy of mine just moved into a new house ” a house with plants. He is like me, a clean-freak. The clash was destined to occur, as the house he was moving into was less than up to his standards. He had to make some adjustments to bring it up to par.
I’m not blaming the plants, I just can’t help but notice how people with house-plants seem to care less about the superficial aspect of life, and instead care about the deeper aspects.
Am I calling myself superficial? I can be, but I try hard not to be.
The truth is I envy plant and pet people. I don’t possess the capacity for sharing myself that they seem to, and instead am greedy and selfish with my time and space. Maybe one day I’ll make the transition, but something tells me it will be quite the struggle.
Oh, and that ex-girlfriend with all of those cats, she’s just plain crazy.