Sincere thoughts I just had:
- How old do donkeys live to be?
Google tells me the answer, provided that the donkey is taken care of and getting regular doctor’s appointments, is around 40 years old.
- That’s so long.
- If I wanted a donkey and wanted to be able to care for it its whole life, I’d have to get it right now.
- Or soon at least.
- That’s so stressful.
- It’d be so hard to go on vacation if you had a donkey.
- So hard to do anything spontaneous in your life.
- You’d have to live in the same place, like, really plant.
- Really be okay with yourself and have everything out of your system.
- Or at least be okay only living in land-y, fence-y places.
- But even moving a donkey would probably be traumatic for it, so you wouldn’t want to do that too much.
- That’s so stressful.
- I’m 24.
- Am I never going to own a donkey?
- Is this the night that door in my imagination shuts?
A long, quiet pause where I have no thoughts.
- Oh but I could adopt an old one.
Instant, palpable relief and endorphins in my sad lizard brain.
- That’s so much better anyway.
- Give a home to a gentle elder donkey who needs love.
- Snuggs on his lonely nose.
- I’m like, 35 and wearing some LL Bean shit.
- A gentle snow on my donkey farm.
