Jungle Man

   In one of my previous lives I must've been a jungle dweller! A dirty, sweaty, long bearded humanoid monster! I'm not being harsh on myself when I say that, because, just think about it, -my insatiable desire to be situated in nature never subsided so far. Wouldn't you call that an eccentric existence? No matter how hard I try I always end up spending time outside, getting dirty, tending to different type of vegetation, or wildlife, and at some point I started to let my beard grow unchecked. The signs are all there! Lately I acquired a small worm farm which my beloved finds weird and gross!
   When people visit our place, would never make the connection between me and the jungle, of course, everything being tidy and neat around the property. I guess this is just a need jerk reaction from my part! If I can't live in the jungle might as well keep it organized!
   There is an instinct driven, survivalist mentality I can't shake, -to make the most out of the least. Some call it a 'hoarder mentality', the way it manifests. But, why buy a whole piece of lumber when you only need a stick?! It is just a conservation kind of thing, you know! Again, why kill a herd when you only need a stake to eat, wright? Yes, it is that bad! Not for me though!              
   So you see what I'm getting at? I belong in the jungle, no question about it. Now, why don't just let everything grow as they do in the jungle? Well, if I'm stuck living in a city, might as well do something, unlike my next door neighbour! I have to confess, she belongs more in a jungle then I am. She created a jungle in the city. Good for her! My gosh, I started to envy her.
   Ok, back to my story! Sincerely, often times I think to leave this all behind and live in the jungle! Far from all civilization and cell phones, noise and public transportation, jobs and stupid politics, hate and competition, and finally concentrate on my own well being and sanity! Back to times when my only concern was to get away from the lion that wants to devour me, or the cave man who wants my woman.
   I really want my jungle, spear and furs back, to get dirty, long bearded and sweaty. However, I'm afraid there is no place on Earth I'm safe from 'technological advancements', loan sharks and other human interferences. There is no alternative! As a result I decided to stay put!
   I realized, the next best thing to the jungle of my desire is the little property I think I 'own', or the carefree life I think I live, a liberty I think I have, or the world I made and think it wants me too. I'll pick a different one of these every day to live up to, to the best of my knowledge.
   This is how my imagined 'jungle life' in the city goes by. As long as my 'jungle man' legs can carry me, -I'll try to run! And then, the lion comes...