Monkey traps are usually large bottles filled with nuts or fruit. They have long, narrow necks and are pretty heavy. They way they work is that the monkey will be drawn to whatever goodies are in the bottle. However they cannot remove their hand from the bottle if it is closed. The bottle is too heavy for the monkey to carry away and so the little bastard is stuck. What is funny is that all the monkey has to do is let go and it is free. It is their greed, focus and short sightedness that fuck them over in the end. They are not open to the idea of moving on. Their determination will not let them move on and find these objects elsewhere or figure out an alternative to get the goods in the bottle; like finding a rock and smashing it.
And here lies man’s problem, our focus turns to tunnel vision and leaves us a victim of our own creation. This shouldn’t be surprising since we are only distant cousins to Bonzo. Being creatures of habit we never really break free from our comfort zones. I find this to be extremely funny as I am always pointing out to others how they need to just let go and not fall prey to the monkey trap. Yet here I am realizing that I too am as just as much a victim to my own monkey trap. Some call this irony.
There is a line in a MF Doom track where he basically states “The minute you think you know shit is the minute you don’t know shit. Because there is a lot more shit out there than you can wrap your head around.” It’s true, just as much as the fact that the things we hate about other people is the shit we hate in ourselves and that the advice we give is the advice we should heed.
But alas, poor Yorick! We are doomed to fail! Well, not really. See, with every failure there is a lesson. We are only being human when we fail. Our perception and how we deal with failure is what fucks us up most of the time. We pigeon hole ourselves into these patterns and our comfortability is our proverbial monkey trap. So what do you do? It’s scary to leap out of your box and learn new things. It is scary, for me at least, to let go of how I am used to living and learn to live another way. While I like to think that I have had a full life, I am starting to see as well as have it pointed out that I am only living the life I want. In all reality, I have spent more of my life trying to die. I have hindered myself greatly as I only like looking at life the way I have been looking at it. I find myself hating happiness, tranquility and all the good out there because I am simply so used to all the bad. It’s sad when your default emotions are angry, hateful, rejection and apathy.
So yeah, fucking great! You’ve acknowledged that. You’ve known this all your life kid. What the fuck are you gonna do about it? Honest answer: I don’t know, I’d ver much like to improve. It’s easier to say you are going to be better than actually be better. Much like most drunks say “One more and that’s it. I’m out of here.” It never works like that. Not really. It takes effort and will to do these things. It’s an evolution of sorts. You can either get smart and adapt or you can be weeded out by your own inundation. Bottom line it’s up to you fuckface.