Q & A #1: Misanthropy & Therianthropy

Since I've been having trouble lately coming up with blog posts regularly, I decided to try something new. This post is an open forum in which I will be answering the questions I've collected in the last few days across platforms such as LiveJournal, Google+, Facebook, Twitter, DeviantArt, and Blogger. I've decided that this is going to be a monthly feature on my blog - so feel free to submit more questions in comments for use in future Q & A's!

And now, on to the questions!

Angela Mauro from Google+ asks: "Do you think it is common for therians to be misanthropes? Many, but not all, therians I meet seem to have a particular hate of humans."

Well, Angela, it turns out that misanthropy is a bit of a side effect to therianthropy, especially with people who are "new to the faith," so to speak. It's easy for a therian to become so obsessed with their animal side that they begin to not only discount their human sides, but start to actually hate it.

I have some personal experience with this line of thinking, as much as I'm loathe to admit it now. It's fairly embarrassing and something like being caught with your spiritual pants down to admit that I was once one of "those" therians as well. The first, dramatic instance that I remember when I realized I disliked (being polite with the terminology) humanity as a whole was when I was in the car with my mother back in Texas. We were leaving the bank’s parking lot, and a truck in front of us hit a songbird and killed it. There had been two birds, one chasing the other, and the truck hit the second bird. My mom gasped, and I just started SHOUTING. I don’t even remember what I called the person driving that truck, but I know it wasn’t very nice. To make it more heartbreaking, the first bird came back and landed next to the body of the other bird and just sat there. It was heartbreaking.

My mom explained to me that there was no way that truck could’ve stopped without endangering the other people in traffic, even if he had time to have seen the bird before it was too late, but I was too furious. I said he should have put the other people in danger – that’s the risk people take when they drive cars. The birds don’t know any different – they’re just sweet little birds, and now that one is all alone. What if they mated for life? What if it’s like my mom’s pigeons and now that other one is going to be so lost it’ll go off and drown itself? (A really heartbreaking story there as well, but I won’t get into that as I’m fairly certain that’s one of my mom’s anecdotes to tell – if you want to comment and fill in the story, mom, feel free!)

To put it mildly, I was being a complete and total jerk to a person I had never and would never meet, over something they probably couldn’t have helped if they’d tried… And in my head, I extended it to this huge, horrible rant about how humans are unfeeling creatures who don’t give a flying flip about the creatures with which they’re supposed to share the planet and instead take every opportunity to just take and take and take and don’t care who they hurt in the process- I really just kept going. I think my mind was stuck on that for days afterwards and I still remember it vividly.

All those things I’ve thought, and worse, I’ve seen expressed in the opinions of misanthrope therians across the board. It doesn’t matter their theriotype, it doesn’t matter where in the world they’re from or what experiences they’ve had in their lives – the bigotry is the same, and it’s always there.

Perhaps bigotry is too strong a word – but in all honesty, let’s replace the species we’re talking about with ethnicities or genders or sexual preferences, and there is no doubt that’s what we would label that kind of hatred. Those white people don’t care a thing about the land, stealing our land and our food, imprisoning us and treating us as savages…. Flip that: Those humans don’t care a thing about us – they invade our territories, shove us in to smaller and smaller areas until they don’t like that we “encroach” on them again, and then they imprison us or simply kill us. Whether it’s the native Americans talking about the English, or a wolf therian talking about humans, ultimately it’s still just bigotry. And that brings me to my theory as to why misanthropy is so prevalent in therians across the board.

The well-known blogger, 2 – The Ranting Gryphon, wrote a story back in 2003 that has recently been brought back into the spotlight by none other than Therithere, the therianthrope-centric comic strip that has had some of their strips featured during my Shift Happens series. And it illustrates very well one of the primary spiritual theories behind therianthropy existing at all, as well as why misanthropy is just one of the challenges we are faced with – and if we do not overcome them, we may never fulfill our destiny on this planet.

Summarizing the story, there is a bear therian who spends his entire life wishing and praying and longing to be a bear in body, never really doing anything with his human life. He “hate[d] humans… and hate[d] himself for being one.” An apt description of misanthropy, though admittedly quite a few therians take the route of superiority, believing their animal sides make them “better” than other humans, and so while they hate humans, they don’t reach the point where they hate themselves. Though there are some therians who do hate themselves for being human physically as well. In the story, one day, he gets his wish. He wakes up in the wild as a bear. He’s incredibly excited and cavorts around happily until he meets Bear, the totemic spirit. He thanks the spirit for granting him his life’s wish – and only then does he find out that he was made a human that the bears might have a voice within the human world, and by spending his human life doing nothing but hating humans and wishing he were a bear, he proved himself to be useless to Bear, and therefore the spirit simply brought him home. As the story ends,  “the bear who was once a human lived to see his fellow bears hunted and killed, his forest home demolished, his rivers polluted and his fish taken, and could never again do anything to stop it. And when he slept at night, he dreamed of being human again.”

My point in bringing up this story is that in the last two years, I have fought my own battle with misanthropy. It took my fiancée to point out to me the level of my own bigotry, and a drastic experiment in which I eschewed everything animal for six months and forced myself to live as a complete human (as much as I could – I admit, I failed quite a few times… but the POINT got through my head in the end, and that’s what was important). I’ve known Wolf!Me for pretty much my entire life, though I didn’t know my particular sub species of wolf until about thirteen years ago or so, but thanks to this experiment, I got to know Human!Me for the first time. And when the experiment was over, I found myself becoming a much more balanced person. My wolf and human sides were no longer at war – in fact, I was more contherian (a therian who has a steady balance between animal and human) than I had ever been before.

It was only at this point in my life and my development that I started to realize that I had been gifted this spiritual duality for a reason. I had always been interested in paleontology, but I thought I would go into it to work with dinosaurs – suddenly I realized that wasn’t what I needed to do with my life at ALL. I needed to work where I would be exposed to the environment and animals that lived contemporarily with the beast that lurks in my soul – I needed to become a Pleistocene Paleontologist and specialize in dire wolves… To learn, to bring information to other humans, and to share the world that once was with the humans of today with an understanding that would go beyond perhaps any other paleontologist that had ever lived. And I needed to live my human life to its fullest as well – to experience all the things I couldn’t as a wolf, because this life, this existence, and this very soul is a gift.

To return to the original question, I do believe that misanthropy is something that “comes with” therianthropy, but rather than being a hindrance, I believe that it is something that each individual therian needs to come to terms with, within themselves. To reach a point where you understand that you are both animal and human, and there is a reason for that – that not all humans are bad people, and that there is a reason for you to be who you are and what you are, born in this very time and place. Misanthropy is a challenge to the therian individual to come to terms with why they feel that way, and what it is that they can do to make this world a better place – not just for animals, but for humans as well.

Well, this blog has now gone on for five pages answering one question! Heh…  So that’s it for the blog this week. I have two questions left in the backlog for future Q & A sessions – I’m also taking suggestions as to what I should name this new feature of my blog. I’m leaning toward “Rallying Howl,” what do you all think? Any suggestions? More questions? I welcome them all!

Visitation Of Scent

I hadn't blogged yet this week for the main reason that I didn't seem to have anything to blog about. Not game-wise or spiritual-wise, so... No blog potential.

However, today, as I was on a fairly long(er than normal) trip and very relaxed, I started smelling something that I literally haven't smelled in over seven years. However, scent being the strongest trigger of memory, I recognized it immediately.

Years before I moved to California, my aunt (may she rest in peace) gave my family a dog that she couldn't care for any longer for a myriad of reasons. The dog was a miniature schnauzer named Lady Madison, with a pedigree as long as my arm... Also known as a dog with horrible allergies and enough neuroses to load down a truck, but I loved her.

By the time I moved out, I knew Lady only had a few more years in her. Pedigreed dogs never live as long as mutts, and I could feel her slowing down. She lived I think three or four more years after I moved out... I think three. My parents kept me up to date about how she was doing, so I knew that she was going to be put down. I was unable to say goodbye in any way other than long-distance, spiritually, which I did to the best of my ability. But Lady, in the years she'd lived with us, had become essentially my dad's dog. I didn't have any profound experiences like the one I had when Smokey passed four months after I moved out. She just... faded away. I did have a nightmare involving her a year or more before she died, but it was nothing like that when she actually passed. She was just... gone, and I felt disconnected.

Fast forward to today in the car, when I very suddenly smelled... Lady. And not just any scent - the scent she had just after I gave her a bath. Oatmeal doggy shampoo and a uniquely "dog" smell. And I've bathed other dogs - no dog ever smelled like her, and we only used that oatmeal shampoo for her.

I had the air conditioning on in the car, and the air on recycle, so I know the scent didn't come in from outside. I wasn't thinking about Lady at the time, until I smelled it,so I know it wasn't triggered by me thinking about Lady and then remembering the scent vividly. Giving her a bath isn't even a particularly strong memory, not until I really focus on it.

So it was strange that I suddenly felt Lady and smelled her, so very strongly. I know she'd been in the car when she was alive, but given that she's never even come to visit me before, I'm not sure I know what to think of it now. I've texted my mom to see if maybe Lady was trying to tell me something about back in Texas - it wouldn't be the first time the spirit of a past pet has nudged me to call/text/talk to my parents for one reason or another. But... Her presence in the car was almost palpable. I didn't look in the rearview mirror for the knowledge that not seeing her there would be very jarring, the way I was feeling.

Anyway, I just felt the need to share that with everyone. I'll update this entry later (or make a new one) if I find out something's going on with my parents.

That Canine Perspective

I missed my normal posting day of Monday. If it helps, expect at least 2 blogs today. :P For starters, I saw a movie I’ve been meaning to watch for awhile this weekend, and it got me thinking.

The movie was Disney’s 2006 remake of The Shaggy Dog, with a genetic twist on the normally magic-driven story. Though it isn’t the semantics of the story that got me thinking – it was the juxtaposition of the mannerisms of a dog on a human being. And I’m not just talking about the dramatic “running on all fours” or some of the other things he was capable of doing thanks to the infection of the dog’s DNA. I’m talking about the things I saw that hit the “therian” trigger in my head.

When the main character, played by Tim Allen, is initially infected, his mannerisms immediately begin changing. He starts behaving “like a dog,” but the thing that interested me most was that he didn’t seem to realize it. How many therians occasionally scratch or shake like an animal? I know I do, sometimes. And I remember the first time I’d realized I’d done something like that without conscious thought.  I was maybe… seven years old or so. Now, admittedly, I did spend a lot of time pretending to be an animal at that age and earlier (but, as I learned in my Human Development class last semester, that’s actually a normal stage of human development – trying to find where you and how you behave fits in with other creatures you observe, either in person or through mediums such as TV or movies). However, this was different.    I had an itch. I scratched it. I only realized afterwards that I’d scratched it (albeit with my hand, not my foot, but the point still stands) rather like a dog. Something similar happens in the film, as well as “tail chasing” (reaching for the tie to his robe and ending up spinning around several times before getting ahold of it), and “feral eating,” though I the character in the film took this farther than I think any therian would allow themselves to go in polite human company. He ate a bowl of cereal as if it was a bowl of dog food, despite sitting at the table and holding a spoon in one hand – AND continued to hold a conversation with his (shocked) son while doing so, all without realizing that what he was doing was strange at all.

The ultimate moral of the movie was that none of us should get so caught up in human things that we forget the simple joys in life and that which is most important to us. In the case of the character, his family and simply NOT working his proverbial (and then literal) tail off all the time.  However, returning to the therianthropy angle, I was fascinated by the movie because of the animal actions taken by the human – his obliviousness and the people around him having their reactions aside, just watching it, it was fascinating.

It made me think a lot about what animals have to teach us about our own “higher” lives. Don’t get so stressed you forget what’s important is only one lesson we can take from our non-human co-inhabitants of this planet.  I wrote a paper once about how the extinction of a single animal species can throw off entire ecosystems – it’s the same in our lives. And not just in the lives of therians. I’ve watched people work themselves into the ground – or, more literally, into an emotional breakdown – repeatedly, never realizing that what it was they needed was to take the time to stop and smell the roses. But not just roses – so much delight can be taken out of ordinary things in life. So much pleasure – from the smell of bacon cooking, to the sounds of cars passing by, the songs of birds, the sensation of running your hand over the furry body of a purring cat, the simple and unconditional love of a dog – there is so much in this life that’s so easy to miss if we get so caught up in what we’re “supposed” to do that we forget what we NEED.

So let’s all take a lesson from the dogs, and therians – pay attention to your animal side. Don’t lose sight of the little things that make this life worth living. We’ll all be happier for it.

Beating The Heat

I don't like heat.

This might sound obvious, coming from a dire wolf therian, but heat does not agree with me. You get over about 75 degrees Fahrenheit and I start getting fairly uncomfortable.

Lately, the temperature around here has been rising into the 90s during the day. Needless to say, I've been a very uncomfortable puppy.

But while a wolf in the wild might only have the option of lying down in shade and panting in order to beat the heat, a human has quite a few more options. I can turn on the air, which finances have kind of dictated be kept to the minimum recently, so that option is out. I can turn a fan on me, but the nearest place to put one is across the room, and to get it to reach me I must turn it up on medium - and that gets loud. Loud is distracting in a work environment. Ok, so scratch the fan.

I could sit with an ice pack on the back of my neck or the small of my back! Except that it gets all goopy after a few minutes and ceases being cold, between the heat of the outside world and heat of my body... Ugh, that doesn't work either.

A cold shower! I could take a cold - the bathroom is sweltering. Ok, not a cold shower.

I could drink water with ice. Ahh, the perfect way to beat the heat. Gah! I just gave myself stomach cramps! Ok, too much cold plus hot body equals upset stomach. Scratch the ice water.

I could... ah... There's got to... I'm human! There must be a heat-beating benefit to possessing this physical form!

Then again, laying in the shade and panting is looking better and better all the time.

Things aren't as bad as I just portrayed, by the way. That was essentially playing up for humor's sake. I do have a fan turned on me, and I am drinking cold water. It's nice. But that doesn't change that it's still too hot. Could someone get the world's thermastat fixed? Maybe reset it about, oh... 10,000 years? Kthnxbai. :P

"Escape" Revisited

"If you like Pina Coladas,
And getting caught in the rain..."

Who doesn't know this song? I'm sure I've just gotten it stuck in quite a few people's heads. Certainly over a certain age, pretty much everyone knows this song. It's "Escape (The Pina Colada Song)", by Rupert Holmes, circa 1979 or so. And oddly enough, it is the topic of my blog today.

Bear with me through possibly one of the most random TAE blogs so far.

I ran out to do some errands this afternoon. One of the things I love about my 1994 Jeep Cherokee is the awesome stereo my parents had installed in it before my dad gave it to me about a year ago. And I love using it. I flip through stations, any time a station goes to commercial, I move on. I have preset buttons to all my favorites, and I jump around until I hear something I want to listen to. Today, on my way home from Walgreens, I  happened to stop on Escape.

Now, I've been hearing this song since I was a little girl. I remember hearing it specifically when I was around 7 or 8, and asking my mom what a pina colada was. All I got was "it's a pineapple and coconut drink." That sounded tasty to me! I had no idea for many years later that it was alcoholic as well. :P Though you can make a virgin one.

Though, of the lyrics and the story of the song, that's really all I remembered consciously. I obviously remembered the REST of it, as today I was singing along with it without even thinking. And then I started listening to the lyrics.

This song is COMPLETELY unrealistic!

The premise is that there's a guy, unhappy in his marriage, who starts reading the personals part of the newspaper, looking for someone to... well, there's no delicate way to put this - he's looking for someone to cheat on his wife with. He encounters the personal ad that makes up the first chorus of the song.

He then justifies his interest in it by saying that he and his "old lady's" love life had grown stale. And so he takes out a personal ad in response, requesting a meeting with the Pina Colada person.

Upon going to meet this person (he actually went THROUGH with the meeting! the heel!), he recognizes her the moment she walks in the door... Not because of anything she said, but because it's no one other than his wife!!

Now, here is where everything gets unrealistic. Not only has he gone through with cheating on her, but she was actually doing it BEFORE him, as her ad was already in the paper for him to find. In the real world, this would be a HUGE fight - both people are in the wrong, but it would ultimately be her (most likely) who is proven to have had the intent to be unfaithful FIRST, since she took out the original ad. This whole misunderstanding would lead to divorce, most likely!

However, in the song? They see each other, laugh, admit that neither knew they were talking to the other... and then have an amicable conversation realizing that neither ever knew the other liked Pina Coladas, etc, ending up with a reignition of their relationship. Very sweet. Very nice.

Incredibly unrealistic.

I will never be able to listen to that song the same way again. And now, thanks to me, neither will you. :P Don't you love blogging and it's propensity to spread one person's opinions?  But, then again... that's another blog topic entirely.