Men are Dogs.

This may be one of those “is it just me?” circumstances…but honestly that just makes it more pressing that I get it off my chest! 

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You see I often find that…well…that I regularly…erm…okay. I do that dog thing, the instinctual spin before doing stuff. Not all the time, but it’s there for sure. Sitting down, standing up, bathroom time…the list goes on! Well, actually no. That’s pretty much it, BUT STILL!

Like I was on the subway yesterday, facing a little to the right of the map board…and rather than just turning, I did a moronic 270° turn! WHY OH WHY?! It was made worse because it was a pretty cramped train, as per usual in Seoul, so this little bout of lunacy was a terrific inconvenience for everyone…it is usually half way through the spin that I realise I am doing it, and that it is dumb – but as I’m already in the process I just have to curse myself internally, and finish up…

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Which is all well, and good when I am alone! But yesterday in that moment I felt eyes on me, inparticular a (now) rather unhappy looking guy surveying me up and down as if I was a scientific exhibit…

Naturally I tried to focus on the map, as if I didn’t have a care in the world, but the active trying to look cool thing just made me more aware of how socially awkward I really am. And as punishment my cheeks swelled with blood until stress droplets seeped from my forehead, palms, and everywhere else. I started to sweat profusely basically. 

I think it probably means that I am more caveman than most, right? That if we were in those times I would be the hero…the guardian of the clan – sworn protector of all…which is why my eyes never sleep, and I am always on watch! OR…well, hmmm…this isn’t as nice sounding – but I guess it could point towards me being far less evolved, basically a big lump who didn’t ever get past the neanderthal stage of it all – actually that totally explains the huge conk of a nose – but no, how come I can’t grow a beard, or thatch a roof using my excess chest hair?

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So many questions…so many questions…hmmm…

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18 thoughts on “Men are Dogs.

  1. I do a spin thing too, but mine is me imagining I’m playing American football. If I turn a corner in my house or my hip hits something I do a spin and continue on as if I had just juked a defender. It’s become habit to the point that I have to consciously stop myself when no one is around. Maybe your’s isn’t that you’re not evolved but that you’re just part canine.

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  2. I do a spin thing too, but mine is me imagining I’m playing American football. If I turn a corner in my house or my hip hits something I do a spin and continue on as if I had just juked a defender. It’s become habit to the point that I have to consciously stop myself when no one is around. Maybe your’s isn’t that you’re not evolved but that you’re just part canine.

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  3. On the contrary, I think you could be MORE evolved than others. Spinning takes superior balance and coordination and there you are doing it instinctively. Not to mention it burns more calories (possible fact!).
    Wonder Woman and Superman both spin into their superior alter egos (or do I mis-remember?). The 32 fouetté turns in Swan Lake gets the biggest applause. And there it’s a pretty incredible feeling to spin lots and lots and lots (please tell me I wasn’t the only kid to circle around like a loon).
    So keep spinning. Let the other losers look on – they’re just jealous.

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