Life is a goat, a Scape Goat.
I was raised with this belief. I
come from a large herd of Scape Goats, or family, or just a bunch or a group.
Definitely related to each other and worked our Scape Goat techniques in a
nicely coordinated effort. Being goats, it is was the natural thing to do, like
eating straw and garbage and pooping hard brown pellets and getting other goats
to stare into our devil- eyed faces. Our little mouths chew constantly and
some of us have little cute stubby horns protruding from our bony heads. We
never blink and have these strange irises and horizontal pupils: perfect
combination of cute and spooky. Cuooky!
Our lashes are long and attractive
and we have the littlest cloven feet and kick a bit if we feel like it. Our
hair is wiry and attractive and our tails are short and wave around a lot! We
are a nervous bunch. Us Scape Goats never grow tired of waiting around until
something happens to us. We shudder and scamper in such neurotic ways that it seems
like our brains are tiny marbles rattling around inside our bony heads. The
marbles are what you see when looking into our zombie eyes. Sorry to all you Scape Goat lovers out there, but these are the facts. We are like bovine zombies who
move horizontally and forward as if being operated by a drunk remote
controller. Perhaps another goat who thinks it’s funny to use its herd to act
stupid. See? Scapegoated by the goat.
I’ve been trying so hard to work
out this Scape Goat thing. It fills a few of us Scapies (I like to call myself) with so much shame and frustration and I
am fairly positive it is genetic or perhaps environmental. We aren’t good for much except working
ourselves into a frenzy and bumping into each other because our sense of social
space is non-existent. We shuttle around in an anxious pack waiting for, well,
not much except food or the other shoe to drop, which we don't mind. Being outside is nice, but not much captures our
attention or makes us feel especially comfortable. We are sort of impervious to
physical pain, but end up, quite willingly, taking the blame for almost
everything. We were made for this, literally.
Goats are sure footed and climb steep inclines and stand for hours without tipping over.
Top that.
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