I tend to think of people as animals. Mostly because I usually relate better to animals than people and because it entertains me.
For example… One friend is a cat. Not your ordinary finicky feline but the Mama Cat. I had an Abyssinian named Raspberry who had a similar outlook on life. “If I like you, I love you. If you need attention I will be there. Or we can just sit and watch TV too… If I don’t like you? You don’t need to be part of my life.” Raspberry was petite, devoted to her people and beautiful. LIke someone else I know… 🙂
Another friend is a pocket puppy. Not as ferocious as her Chihuahua would like us to believe he is, but more like a territorial foo-foo dog. “Don’t want to go outside, thank you. I want my comfy couch and so help me I will make you regret crossing my family!” Wary of strangers and yet absolutely delightful when her guard comes down and she decides she likes you.
But the reason for this thought today was that there is one man in particular I have known who reminded me of a snake. More like Kaa from the Jungle Book. “I don’t really have an intention of eating you alive! Heaven forbid! I just want to get clossssseee and uuuuseee you…” With words and “incentives” he would get close, ever so quietly and unassumingly. He could inspire you to believe whatever he was saying. How many conversations did we have where I walked away agreeing until the next day, with some distance, I could see what was going on. Unassuming, manipulative, slime-y, predatory and completely bent on his own desires/needs/purposes.
I suppose that might be why I wouldn’t intentionally allow him to touch me.
Maybe my sense of self-preservation wasn’t as broken as I thought it was.