Monkeys. We have all seen them. Monkeys in the zoo. Monkeys on the television. Monkeys in books. Monkeys everywhere. If you want to know something about monkeys, you don't have to go far for information on them.
Why do you suppose that is? Why do humans have such an incredible thirst for knowledge and understanding of these fuzzy little beasts? If you will indulge me on this, I may have an answer. Not THE answer, but AN answer. See if this rings true to you.
Suppose you and your family are enjoying a day at the zoo. Invariably, you go to the monkey exhibit. We humans are drawn to monkeys, like moths to the flame. As we stand watching, we can see many different monkey behaviours which, if we were to study a group of humans, we would also see in ourselves.
Now, as you watch, one monkey becomes violent with another. The response of the target of the aggression is to either fight or take flight. Much the same as we humans do. Often, there is even a 'peace keeping' monkey, which tries to get between its warring brethren and negotiate some sort of peace. And, while you are looking, notice how the rest of the monkeys behave.
Most scatter and hide in a tree or behind a bush. Others will stand their ground and point and scream, as if to say 'I saw what you did! Bad monkey!' Quite often, the offending monkey goes off to some high place and sulks, while the victim is tended to by the others. Those that ran and hid come out to make sure the situation has cooled down, and safety has once again returned to the enclosure. Very much like humans will do.
When the coast is clear, they tend to return to normal. As you watch a couple of young ones playing, you see that one of them has fallen down and gotten hurt or frightened. Quickly, one of the adult females, presumably its mother, rushes to its side and holds it, soothes it, even checks it for injuries and other damage. It is quite clear from what you are witnessing that they can be tender and nurturing to one another. Just as we humans can be.
Of course, no visit to the monkey show is complete without the inevitable pooh flinging. Yes, there is always at least one that thinks it has to crap into its hand and throw it at the humans. Some primal instinct tells this little guy that we are different from him somehow, and that we need, and deserve, to be treated with a total and utter disregard for our dignity.
Often times, this display is followed up with a prolonged wave of the middle finger, just to make sure that we have gotten the intended message. And while those who found themselves spattered with feces don't find this too amusing, others in the crowd are entertained by it to no end, even accepting that this is to be expected when members of two different worlds have an encounter. These things are starting to sound more and more human to me by the minute.
After all of the behaviours we witness at our visit to the monkey cage, we are left with many nagging points to ponder, and therefore we can draw many different conclusions.
These creatures are so much like us, in so many various ways. They love and nurture. They argue and fight amongst themselves.
We have seen evidence that they are not accepting of creatures that are different from themselves. They have a pecking order, with social classes and accepted means of treating each other that does not aways seem fair. There is always a clear leader of their groups. All of this is so very human in its nature.
The conclusion that I have reached from watching and studying all of this is probably exactly the same conclusion that most of you have reached. Humans are controlled by monkeys. We all have a pack of tiny, wild monkeys living in our brains, and they make us do all of the things that we do.
Now, I haven't completed all of the analysis just yet, and all of the tests aren't in at the moment, but, what else could it be? We all have what I like to call 'Inner Monkeys,' and they are running the planet through us.
Follow me just a little further.
How many times have we experienced something in our lives, and our first reaction is to do something rash? Common monkey reaction! We are threatened; fight or flight. Yep, monkey!
We see an attractive person, we think sex; monkey! We see something we desperately want, and nobody is looking; monkey! We hear a child crying and want to pick it up and make it feel better; monkey! Someone really pisses us off and we just want to fling pooh in their faces; monkey again! We've all flown the bird on occasion; you got it...monkey (which begs the question...did they learn this from us, or was it the other way around?)
Each and every minute of our daily lives is filled with monkey moments. How we choose to react to them is often settled by a quick inner monkey argument. Some of us are able to develop our 'peace keeper' monkey, as well at our 'wise and sensible' monkey, thus enabling us to make better decisions in our lives.
Others just let the monkeys rule, and what comes of it comes of it. These people are often found in prison, behind bars, much like our wild zoo monkeys. And this, I am sure, is a tremendous let-down for their inner monkeys. I, personally, am primarily controlled by the beer monkey and sex monkey.
I encourage you to identify which inner monkey has majority control over you, and embrace it, or them. It is only through knowing our inner monkeys that we can begin to grow as human beings.
I could go on and on about this subject, as my inner monkeys seem to take great satisfaction in allowing me to explain this to all of you.
You see, our inner moneys want the world to understand just how this works, and they want us all to know that they are in charge of everything. And that's not just so much monkey business!
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