The ride and the lion.

I don't really remember having a real date, guess it wasn't fashion back then when I was younger and given to some human tastes as I was, without any bite of course, it was on the menu though(the bite), if any of the shes requested it I had it ready, and well, it was properly delivered, I've always lived for my clients satisfactions.:) My relationships or conquers always started in strange ways but never on a date. I have to admit, dates are too planned and too formal for me. I rather go, well, let's say, espontaneous. I do remember my Uncle's mare, she didn't had a name or at least I don't remember it. At the time she was the closest I had to a date. We spent a lot of time together, I was the one who took her everyday to the river to drink some water and share with her some of my intimal issues, she never responded though. Somehow it made me feel better telling her everything about what was going on in my life those days. I knew she couldn't understand or care a shit, but I didn't care either and certainly got some affection to her, she was my first ride after all, and I mean ride, ride, real ride, there's no hidden actions behind the clear and straight word "ride". Right? 👀 *Moving on...* >What would you do if a hungry aggressive lion crosses your way? That's a question we used to do ourselves a lot when kids. Kids stuff, you know? Several different answers resulted from that one. But the real truth is that one only would know that when one got the chance to live it, that's when the real answer to a presunted hard question will be found, the rest are just guessings and perceptions out of imaginary scenarios that might happen the way we imagine them or not. **Starving times.**  I've been there a few times over the years now, not to death though and definitely not without any other option around. So, even based on the poor starvation experiences I've had so far, that compared to the one brought by the exposed topic, cause I've had some tough ones I can assure. So, over guessings and also some logical thoughts I'm giving to it right now. I find myself in a solid position to say I'll rather starve to death than eating a human. I refuse to eat a human, are we crazy? Put that man down!!! We ain't cooking him, not today. Yes, you might think that my hunger level hasn't ever gone as far as near to death starvation to be able to assure that I won't give a human a bite. Dead or alive. Well, leaving aside the possibility of someone deceiving me with a beautiful disguised human steak well cooked assuring it is from some other animal unknown for me. I stand in my position.No humans for dinner....or lunch.:) Give it a thought. >If it was the only option available. Which I think is not, there's always a choice to take a chew that keeps us from starving. Myself, I've eaten a lot of stuff, a lot.  But, if there wasn't any choice left, it would mean that this would be an almost desert place in which not many humans or any other forms of life would remain standing. So even if I decided to eat some.people in a soup or a barbecue, at some point I'll end up out of food as well and being the only one I could eat. It would be nasty eating my self piece by piece. So, nah, to much trouble, too much nasty disgusting moments to delay a bit what we could call life in such a circumstances. Starving to death it is. Can always eat some ground and drink water. There will always be ground. Right? **I've been listening to these two for the whole weekend for two different reasons, but I love them both and find them so meaningful. Two different and distant times.Here is my #saturdayselections.**