I am a BEAR.

It might have been the sense of turpor i always feel during winter or the desire to swat at fish whenever i am at the zoo, but somewhere along the lines, i realized that i am BEAR

College has been really stressful and figuratively I've been forced into salmon fishing with my BEAR hands, I suppose you could say. Up until now it's been shittin' in the woods for years. but no more. after years of hibernation about this revelation I hit a tipping point and just couldn't BEAR it any longer. It all came pouring out like a waterfall filled with salmon.

I was born as a wrong MAMMAL, that I am, at heart, not a SQUISHY, oh man. It makes me want to growl at the moon, eat berries, and steal picnic baskets. Its truely an enlightening and gives me a smaller psychological load to BEAR throughout the forest of life. I now know that i can prevent forest fires.

Anyways, that's all there is to it. Like it, hate it, whatever. This is who I am, and I feel great. I'd rather you didn't hate it, but hey.

PS - Thanks so much, Smokey and Yogi. Lord knows how much crazier I'd feel right now if it weren't for you two.