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Post by ryan lovett cartier on Oct 3, 2009 18:34:24 GMT -5
  if nothing else succeeded in proving that ryan was a bit out there, the fact that he liked spending time at the zoo should have done the trick. not many seventeen year old boys liked playing with monkeys through the bars unless that was a code name for a sexual innuendo (which ryan was sure it probably could be, he may have been bisexual but he was still male, and all males had a bit of a gift for coming up with perverted things to giggle about, anything sounded dirty if you thought about it enough). but what could you expect? he was an animal lover, a nature lover, a lover of everything and everyone. so for him, coming to the zoo to find something to do wasn't a last resort or something to be viewed as losing so much as it was just a fun activity. him, some big fuzzy animals (hehe, yes he could see a perverted joke in that, too), some popcorn, and his iPod? sounded like as good of a time as anything else could be.
today was sunny, a bit of a windy chill coming off the ocean, but it was nothing ryan couldn't handle. but then again, ryan wasn't one to complain ever, even in the middle of his least favorite season, winter. there wasn't much for foot traffic, but that could have been due to the fact that it was a tuesday mid-morning, and most of the kids were at school. ryan thought it really was neat that the zoo was free to get into (mostly because his income from his parents was limited, and even before he'd come here he'd appreciated free things--hippies don't exactly do things to "roll in the dough"). besides, money wasn't everything, he knew that for a fact. could you pay for a rainbow? did dancing in the rain produce pennies at your feet? hardly, though ryan had to admit that would be cool. or gumdrops. mmm, speaking of, he could go for some candy right about now!
toddling over to one of the sidewalk stands, he bought a frozen lemonade (pure gold!) and a hershey's bar, peeling back the wrapper and indulging in some frozen goodness as he ambled along. he drew a few looks, but probably more because he was a teenage boy alone at the zoo more than anything. they probably thought he was a pedophile. hmph, even if that was true, there was a definite lack of an important factor to pedophilia: children. and of course it wasn't true--ryan was the most innocuous teenage boy you'd ever meet.
making short work of the chocolate bar was no big deal, and he promptly moved onto the frozen lemonade. "mmm, second only to funnel cake," he murmered under the lull of the music coming to him from his iPod. well, iPhone. whatever, it was more for music than anything else to ryan, nevermind the fact that there was "an app for that". there was an app for everything, apparently.
one of ryan's favorite exhibits were the seals, so he headed over that way with his frozen goodness. they were so cute and sleek and playful--they reminded him a lot of himself. was that a weird analogy? he didn't think so. leaning up against the railing, ryan couldn't help but feel his attention lapse. he'd always been a bit adhd, but wasn't everyone sometimes? besides, his parents were so gung-ho against childhood medication that a diagnosis would have done no good. not that he'd want it to--he liked who he was! a little girl and her father joined the seal-watching procession. she must have been homeschooled and this was a field trip, because her father was educating her on seals and sea lions. the little girl, a little annie with freckles, a huge grin, and beautiful red ringlet curls held back with a ribbon tugged at ryan's heartstrings--kids were so cute! the girl asked her father a question about what kind of tree was just off the path, and ryan was reminded of a random bit of trivia he'd obtained over the years (he was chock full of them). squatting down a bit (he'd wager she was about seven), ryan told her in a voice hushed like a conspiracy or a secret (little kids loved secrets!), "that's a pine tree. did you know that in california, there is a pine tree that's five thousand years old?" the way the girl's eyes lit up told him that she hadn't known that. the father made an 'ooo' sound appropriate of surprise and flashed ryan a smile. okay, good, a daddy who was openminded. that was good, he didn't want everyone thinking he was a creeper. "did you hear that, vi? five thousand years old! that's older than jesus would be if he was alive today!" at the mention of the messiah, ryan lost a little bit of interest, and besides the couple was ambling off to another area anyway. he straightened up and dug at the lemonade more. religion had never really been his thing--there were a lot of things that bothered him. he'd cultivated his own sort of spiritual journey, something his parents had always urged, but religion? no, he wasn't big on religion. spirituality was a whole other thing--ryan couldn't see the beauty of nature and deny that it was created with love. but he just couldn't believe that whoever did it would want him to pay it's priests for it. that just didn't sound right. besides, the whole "god is a dude" thing didn't fly with him--he was more of a fan of mother earth, gaia. didn't it make sense that it would be a woman? women were life-bringers, they always had been until the close-minded christians (a decidedly sexist organization if there ever was one) came along and changed it. but he wasn't here to get into a theological discussion with himself--oh, congratulations, you converted yourself! he chuckled. oh ry, you're so silly sometimes.
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