Found this in an old folder at work today, think it was the second ever profile I wrote, forgot all about it.
A friend was once asked if she was a dog, what kind of dog was she and she said a Border Collie. She asked me what kind of dog would I be? I thought about it for all of a microsecond and said Irish Wolfhound!
She asked why and I said because I lay there in front of the open fire, all comfortable and self assured whilst all the Border Collies run around like absolute manics working away and fretting and trying to please their God and then my God gets up and takes me out to the park and suddenly I come alive and go absolutely nuts and have a whale of a time and everyone stops to watch, they see Border Collies playing all the time and it’s nothing unusual but when they see this huge Irish Wolfhound running around and going mad and having such great fun they can’t help but stare and I am completely oblivious to it all and caught up in the moment and loving it. Eventually I’m called to heel and I lay down by that open fire again and look at the little Border Collies and say “That’s how it’s meant to be done, you young Whippersnappers” and I wink at them and go back to sleep with a big smile on my face 🙂
She asked me just why I am so mischievous (sometimes) and I replied that it’s the same reason why dogs lick their bollocks – because I can. But really, it’s more than that, I have friends who have worked in the same job all their lives, good for them but dire for me, that’s not living, that’s waiting to die.
Mel Brooks once said ‘Look, I really don’t want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you’re alive, you got to flap your arms and legs, you got to jump around a lot, you got to make a lot of noise, because life is the very opposite of death. And therefore, as I see it, if you’re quiet, you’re not living. You’ve got to be noisy, or at least your thoughts should be noisy and colourful and lively.’ I strongly agree with him..
PS Same friend thought previous profile made me sound like a prick, yesss, was so tempted to keep it!