Cat Trees and Old Age
So my girlfriend wants to buy a cat tree.
THIS CAT TREE
Essentially, this is cat tree mecca. And I have to admit, I'm feeling pretty jealous of her cats.
Come on, admit it. You've always wanted your own personal jungle gym. You've always wanted to loaf around, watching TV in your own private cubby, fifteen feet in the air with your... tail... hanging over the ledge.
That's something that doesn't ever really leave us as adults.
I'm fairly certain some people have kids just so they can play with them in the McDonald's playpens. And I know whenever any of us watch a movie that shows soldiers or football players training in obstacle courses we all take a moment to think, "I should set something like that up in the back yard."
The only reason we stop running around on stuff is because they don't build it big enough for us.
Case in point: Rock climbing walls. Mountains. Bike trails. Ball pits.
Is there are single one of those you don't kind of wish you could conquer?
We get older and the fun of jungle gyms is replaced with lifting weights and treadmills. And this is why I struggle with idea of joining a gym.
"Sure, everybody in there has harder bodies than I do, but they all look like they're working. Don't you have anything like a thirty foot cargo net and a spiral slide in there?"
My baby brother is a gym enthusiast and he always tells me stuff like, "I lifted this massive ton of weights and did all sorts of squats and crunches on machines designed to enhance all these ridiculous muscles you've never heard of before." All while drinking his protein shake. And although it sounds impressive I just don't see much interest in the story. It would be way better if he said, "I spent a while swinging on the monkey bars and dashing through tunnels during a balls to the wall hella fucking game of tag. They have these swings set up so when you get really, really, really high on them you can launch yourself onto the trampoline and jump up to the cargo net. Also, there's fucking laser tag!" All while sipping a white russian. Or still the chocolate protein shake. That's fine too.
I just think it sounds more exciting to say, "I goofed around for a while this afternoon," than "I worked out pretty hard today."
Anyway, I'm jealous of her cats. Mine too, really. They get to live their entire lives without ever growing up.
THIS CAT TREE
Essentially, this is cat tree mecca. And I have to admit, I'm feeling pretty jealous of her cats.
Come on, admit it. You've always wanted your own personal jungle gym. You've always wanted to loaf around, watching TV in your own private cubby, fifteen feet in the air with your... tail... hanging over the ledge.
That's something that doesn't ever really leave us as adults.
I'm fairly certain some people have kids just so they can play with them in the McDonald's playpens. And I know whenever any of us watch a movie that shows soldiers or football players training in obstacle courses we all take a moment to think, "I should set something like that up in the back yard."
The only reason we stop running around on stuff is because they don't build it big enough for us.
Case in point: Rock climbing walls. Mountains. Bike trails. Ball pits.
Is there are single one of those you don't kind of wish you could conquer?
We get older and the fun of jungle gyms is replaced with lifting weights and treadmills. And this is why I struggle with idea of joining a gym.
"Sure, everybody in there has harder bodies than I do, but they all look like they're working. Don't you have anything like a thirty foot cargo net and a spiral slide in there?"
My baby brother is a gym enthusiast and he always tells me stuff like, "I lifted this massive ton of weights and did all sorts of squats and crunches on machines designed to enhance all these ridiculous muscles you've never heard of before." All while drinking his protein shake. And although it sounds impressive I just don't see much interest in the story. It would be way better if he said, "I spent a while swinging on the monkey bars and dashing through tunnels during a balls to the wall hella fucking game of tag. They have these swings set up so when you get really, really, really high on them you can launch yourself onto the trampoline and jump up to the cargo net. Also, there's fucking laser tag!" All while sipping a white russian. Or still the chocolate protein shake. That's fine too.
I just think it sounds more exciting to say, "I goofed around for a while this afternoon," than "I worked out pretty hard today."
Anyway, I'm jealous of her cats. Mine too, really. They get to live their entire lives without ever growing up.
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