Love the yeti
We were in the mountains this weekend. One night it snowed a buttload and the next day we went out exploring, hoping to find some trace of the yeti’s presence. There was a hidden cave that smelled like pee, which would have been the perfect place for yetis to hide, but besides the smell there was no trace of any white hairs or giant footprints or anything. And it got me to thinking about whether the yetis would have really wanted to kick it anyway. I mean, it seems like they’re as scared of us as we are of them, like they’re constantly hiding in the bedroom closet, hoping that they remembered to set their phone on vibrate.

Like in this picture the yeti comes off as a bloodthirsty murderous beast, but is that really how they are? I for one have never come across all kinds of body parts or bloody trails in the snow or intestines in steaming piles like I’d expect if they were brutal monsters. Yeah, I’ve heard the howls at night that echo through the valleys, but what if that’s just the sound of yetis making sweet sweet love?
And the guys are all like “let’s kill that muther!” and I believe that shit cause I know that’s what people are all about. If it’s big and hairy and you’ve never seen it before either put it in a show or on youtube or something or bust a cap in it.
I like to think that yetis have hearts too, and that they care about other yetis and feel love for them. Maybe they don’t love us but at least they’re kind of ambivalent. And maybe, just maybe if we learned to love the yetis they would love us back.
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