I was a Monkey and Didn’t Know It

monkey in bars

Dear Jorge,

I owe you an apology.

The fact that when I heard the statement “Let the monkeys do the work” and thought it was an elitist statement doesn’t change the fact that I was completely unaware of the history and passed judgment with haste. I am guilty of that.

When I realized what I had done, it was too late to fix it.   My fault was not knowing the story of the dome goddess and the monkey tails she had distributed to the monkeys that built the dome. Even though my husband knew this and even owned one, he had forgotten this too.

My fault was not even realizing that a neon monkey was embedded in the womb of the Man that year.

My fault was in buying into all of the vitriol and vileness that transpired after the event ended.

An epiphany occurred when I faced the fact that not only was I not a part of this group that said they loved me, but that I knew nothing about them or their history. And they weren’t interested in sharing it with me.

Instead the core members banded together and tried to publicly humiliate me on a social forum. Some members weren’t even aware this was the intent so they participated out of wanting to be a part of this massive wave of Monkey Love. Most of them participated out of their love and admiration of you.

I wasn’t present that year. I missed a lot of the nuance. I robbed myself of an experience. So this year I challenged myself to be a part of the experience and I rocked it.

I explored every avenue of the event. I participated and I gave something back. It was a remarkable accomplishment and a milestone in my life.

I didn’t do this alone. I was surrounded by people that really do love me.

I apologize to you and I am grateful to you. Had it not been for the dawning of knowing that in that instance I royally screwed up, I never would have embarked on my journey this year.

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About Madeline Scribes

A writer with a sense of humor. If anyone can laugh at life, it's me.
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3 Responses to I was a Monkey and Didn’t Know It

  1. Spread Information says:

    Well that’s what happens when you ostracize someone, and keep them out of the communication loop. They don’t get the inside jokes. Frankly I think the comment was meant in the spirit you took it, regardless of the history. But you’ve always been the bigger person, and this apology is no exception. You have a keen insight into human character, it’s like a spotlight you can swing here and there and illuminate the hidden machinations between people. But the coolest thing about you is that you stand in that light in your own eye every day. You are incredibly self aware, and able to verbalize your observations, and for me that makes you a valuable ally, and someone with whom I share a deep seated need for self examination focused on healing.


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