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W.W.C.D? (What would cavemen do?)

What Would Cavemen Do?                                                   May 23, 2014

I don’t remember where I was headed. Maybe taking my daughter to dance class? Where ever it was, I wanted to first stop at Starbucks for gas. (smile) I've recently traded my dear friend Diet Coke for a newer, friendlier gas; Iced-Chai Tea Latte (yum). On my way in that direction, I wondered what the cavemen did when they were running low. (I’m odd that way.) My guess is that they lied down on the closest flat boulder in the warm sun with the breeze blowing on their sweat, and went to sleep. (I must have REALLY been tired.) They didn't have to worry about traffic or the grocery store errands or dance class or volleyball or soccer or being late for meetings. Their sports were of course catching food. No grocery carts for them.

I know what you’re thinking. Dinosaur danger. I think we also have dinosaurs. Much bigger ones. Too much television, cellphones, electronics, violent movies and video games, bullies, alcohol, cigarettes, drugs, sugar…flour.

The worst thing is that we allow our dinosaurs to lie down next to us and chill. We pet them and give them names.

I’m not being judgmental. I LOVE sugar, flour, wine and The Blacklist (TV). My iPhone is more dear to me than any other item in my purse. (Remember when wallets were special?!) RIGHT NOW AS WE SPEAK, my daughter is watching a Mine Craft video on her iPad. That is allowing me the time to write this. (Smile, again.) (In my defense, she’s exhausted and needs the down time. Dance class three times a week and the end of the school year has kicked her cute little booty. I HAVE fed her dinner. Two points?)

I imagine cavemen didn't try to keep up with the Jones’s, either. My cave is better than your cave. No...I imagine it was more like: your cave has a brontosaurus in it? Bring your tribe on over. We’re having a non-barbecue tonight of slaughtered pterodactyl. B.Y.O.U. (Bring your own utensils.)

It’s hard to imagine which life is a simpler life. You know how I am about worry. Being cavewomen, we would have a very different worry world. But worry is worry and it would still inhibit our muscular bodies and simple minds. It’s a female habit.

The world was cleaner then. Skies, soil, oceans. Will we ever be able to undo all the done? Is there anyone that can make things the way that they were? Or is it the universe that decides. “Okay. You guys are getting carried away aGAIN! But THIS time, you get a choice:

Do you prefer a flood, terrorists, or food poisoning? A flood is rather quick, terrorism is very violent, or do you just want to keep eating the way you do from the land that you poison? That one takes a long time. Lots of suffering. Strictly your choice.”

Maybe we could make a deal with it. What if we started cleaning? If we all knew that we would have to start over, would we all work together? Would we stop the senseless crimes and bullying and earth destruction? There’s a LOT of people here that would have to agree with one another. If we KNEW that we had to fix it in order to survive, of course we would start right away, wouldn't we?

Where do cavemen go when they want to feel safe? That’s what we could start with. If we start with our homes and work outwards, we could save ourselves from the dinosaurs. Maybe we could eventually stop using so much gas so that they didn't have to die in vain! We could just walk to Starbucks, instead.

~~Katherine A. Rayne~~ I want to share my book with you. You can find it on Amazon.com. Back To Being A Woman (Without Changing The Man) in Paperback and ebook.

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