Grizzly Man

 

That scream

That crying

That whining and handshaking

That lying 

That intemperance

That tantrum

At that age

It poured out like a tipped over glass of wine

Then the sensitivity bled through the tablecloth

Of coddling

Of constancy

Of hubris

Of emotion

Of worry

At that age

Momma bear suddenly postured at perceived predators

Pretending her cub needed protection from pestering

Papa bear suddenly became ready, too

Ready to protect and defend and pounce if need be

So I pressed the power button and shut it all down

Taking in all the blame

I bulshitted my way quickly over to the end-table with the remote

I pushed the red button at the top of the plastic thingamabob with batteries inside

I pressed firmly and quickly to make the drama go away

These people are used to constant commercials anyway

See all this nonsensical reaction and worry?

See mama bear all fuckin mad and don't know why?

Did you hear that grizzly’s potty-mouth, too?

Did you see that cub on the spectrum turn around and freak the fuck out like a god damned lying banshee? 

I did, and so did the grizzly man’s cubs

But now that was all my fault

And it needed to become that way

No one else was mentally stable enough to feel the truth in their bones

They all needed distracting ads and entertainments instead 

So I pointed their attention away from the HDTV and directly toward the grizzly man invading their theme park

I volunteered to be the victim

Then they could feel whatever needed feeling and calm the fuck down

Needless to say, I don’t camp out in Bear Country anymore