Bah

The origin of the word scapegoat according to Wikipedia has something to do with a real goat that metaphorically carried the sins of others into the desert during the ceremonies of Yom Kippur back in the day when there was temple in Jerusalem.

Now, goats don’t really strike me as very exciting or excitable animals, but recent word on the street (from my co-worker) is that it is common for them to get overly excited about something and faint. And then she claimed that farmers have kept this little factoid in mind since forever and purposely keep one or two goats around as a distraction in case, say, a wolf goes after their herd of sheep. Because I suppose if you’re Billy and your life is being threatened by a blood-thirsty wild animal, then that is reason enough to get overly excited and fall over. And I also suppose that if you’re starving and there is tasty food running away from you and equally tasty food just lying there on the ground, fainted, you’re going to go after what’s easier. Right? And that, says said co-worker, is where the term scapegoat comes from.

I guess both sources are equally unreliable, but I’m gonna go with the latter when I say I haven’t posted an entry in over two months because I’ve been trying to escape the jaws of life (how lame does that sound) and it’s not easy to keep up the rhythm of my duck and dodge dance when I take the time to reflect and post about the goings on. Basically? I’m being a little bitch. And an Olympic Procrastinator. Oh, and the goats? Those are all the guys I’ve recently met, flirted with shamelessly and then left for dead. Melodramatic, right? I know, I can hardly believe I even published this shit.