The following is the result of complete and utter boredom. Reviews always appreciated, and flames taken with a backbone.
They say that people reflect animals in certain ways, manerisms if you will. Shall we take a stroll....?
Ryan is a lion. The comparison is childish in its rhyme, but it is true to the core. Lions are complex animals in that they have responsibilities. King of the savana, he sits and looks regal all day, eats when and what he wants, fucks who he wants. Pretends to have some kind of power. Unblinking, challenging on the outside, cocking his head, "so what"? Underneath it the lion is completely insecure. He's always fighting to get on the inside, to feel belonging but still stay cool and detached. No one knows what's beneath him, because he's so good at hiding. A brilliant disguise. Fucking brilliant.
Marissa's the dragonfly. Delicate as a piece of finely crafted stained glass. Fluttering around looking bashful and always landing but never staying. So damned innocent that it's hard to tell if a living thing could really posess so much childlike unknowingness, or if maybe it's an act. Maybe it's impossible to be so naive. Maybe she's actually the smartest and knows better than any of them. Maybe she's the least innocent one. The dragonfly is exquisitely crafted and carries itself with an air of mystery. And you sure as hell don't want to be the one to expose this lush creature to the underbelly of the world. She's too good for it.
Summer is the caterpillar. Small but colourful and robust. The most determined creature you'll ever set your eyes on. Emotional as hell. Many people don't understand. They're scared for many reasons. They don't want to get too close because she isn't worth it to them. Too much work and maintenence. Rage blackouts are a threat and she sits, spins her protective cocoon to keep herself in and intruders out. No one can see her like they can watch the dragonfly swoop by. She's more private. But if you have the patience to wait by that cocoon, to carefully sit by it and nurture it and sing to it, maybe, just maybe, you'll be able to witness her reaching out. Reaching out to the people that have proven themselves worthy. And, cautiously, after months, out tiptoes the most spirited, passionate butterfly on the face of the earth.
Seth is a dog. Involved in so much but recognized for so little. A big, panting golden retriever desperate to be a lap dog but never quite fitting. Pushed aside for the more beautiful things to pass. And so easily made happy. Dying for human contact and a simple companion. So joyously unrestrained and yet at the same time fearful. The dog is actually worth way more than we give him credit for. Just take an afternoon when you're feeling down, upset, betrayed, and the dog will be there, tennis ball in mouth and tail wagging. He knows more about us than we know about ourselves. He is our saviour in every way possible in the end. So give him a chance, will ya?