If you took a primitive man from a really, really difficult life and put him up in a nice hotel and paid for him to hang out at the coffee shop all day and surf the Internet, I wonder how long it would be before he started complaining about petty things? "I wish they'd change the CD." "This cappuccino isn't very hot." "My hotel room needs some new movies." "I got back to the room at three and they hadn't serviced it yet." I wonder how long it would be? This is what I hate about primitive people. They're so damned petty.
I also wonder how long it would take me, if you put me out where the primitive man lived, to cry. I would most certainly cry before I died, so it would have to happen pretty quickly. Probably on the way there.
Maybe everyone should just stay where they are. The primitive man is better off out there. He is smarter and stronger than me in the "living primitive" department. He gets too bitchy if you try to help him out.
I wonder if I could trick him into mowing my lawn for some beads or something. Maybe for an espresso machine.
Hello, friends. Are you primitive?
Later. Love.
