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Saturday, January 04, 2003

Love Child of Ant and Grasshopper

Some people are ants--some are grasshoppers. I am a combination of both. I figured it out just yesterday. Actually, I think I'm slightly more grasshopper than ant.
OK, let me back up a bit.
Remember that fable by Aesop, "The Ant and the Grasshopper"? The ant works all the time, never faltering. Hell, probably never even taking a smoke break now and then. Always working. Always working. Work, work, work. That's all the ant does is work.
The grasshopper on the other hand, parties all the time, gets loaded, loafs around the house in his underwear watching MTV, and spends all his money on things he doesn't really need.
(Well, that's not exactly how the fable goes, but you get what I mean)
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, at the end of the story the grasshopper ends up partying so much that when winter comes he ends up starving and/or freezing to death--depending on which version you read.
(Actually, in some versions he ends up knocking on the ants' door asking for help, and the ants help him.)
I'm kind of like the ant. I don't mind working. In fact sometimes, I enjoy working a great deal.
But, like the grasshopper, I end up saying "OK, enough is enough! Where's the friggin' party?!"

The moral: The love child of Ant and Grasshopper works as hard as he has to, and has fun whenever he can. He doesn't starve to death like the fun-loving partying grasshopper, but he doesn't break his back, get ulsers, or commit suicide like the tired, hard-working, dedicated ant.