But this once random day-dream has now become an intriguing little thought.
Sometimes I think...what if I had a tail. Not like a little yorkie nub, or a long straight labrador tail. I mean like a long pelted tail like a lion or a tiger. In my mind, it is silver gray and it reaches all the way past the top of my head. I imagine a lot of people have tails, but not everybody. Being born with a tail is often genetic, but sometimes its random. Having a tail is similar to being red-headed. Only a relatively small percent of the population is with tail. A lot of people think having a tail makes you attractive. Someone even created an artificial tail prosthesis. Some people have dog-like tails, some people have feline-like tails such as mine. The feline tail is highly desirable because it is more flexible, though not as strong as the dog-like tail. My tail got injured a few times. Once playing football it was almost broken by being stepped on. Another time my tail was sprained when Noelle tried to swing from it as I was sitting on the porch at the lake.
Isn't that strange? In my head there is an entire race of humans with tails.
The more I think about this, the more I realize how applicable this is to social science. As a human, without a tail, I often find myself desiring to look like someone else. I want to be thin, I want to be muscular, I want to be taller, I want to have a better nose, red-less ears, thicker hair. Call me superficial, shallow, whatever. But honestly, when you imagine yourself in your dreams do you look exactly like you look in real life? I know I don't.
In my mind, everybody wants to have a tail. No matter how impractical or ridiculous it is, everybody wants a tail.
Interesting fact, I've never seen cats. Which is not exactly relevant because Cats is a story where humans play cats that have human-like qualities. Whereas, in my mind we are humans who have cat/dog like qualities.
