There were so many things I wanted to write about today. 

I thought about writing on Aurora.

Aurora and I were lovers before my mother gave birth to me. 

I felt it. I knew of its existence when I was just a fuzzy ball. Aurora knew me and I knew Aurora too. 

But today isn’t Aurora Day. It was supposed to be, but it changed quickly as I started to think about dogs and bulls. 

What do dogs and bulls have in common?

Well, I bet you know! They’re both animals. 

Unlike home, I see lots of dogs here in Canada. But bulls? Not as much. I have lost count of dogs I’ve seen but not bulls. 

Are bulls more dangerous than dogs? If so, why did we come up with the phrase “dog eat dog”? Is it worse than bullying? Or vice versa?

Who coined these words? Do dogs actually eat dogs? I became curious and checked Google. Voilà! Dogs eat dogs but only in extreme cases. 

Here I am wondering why we dragged innocent dogs into the concept of “dog eat dog”.

Did whoever first coin the phrase see something we didn’t? Or was it because “a dog is man’s best friend ” so he became the sacrificial lamb. 

Again, the lamb. 

We’ve somehow managed to drag animals into describing uncanny behaviors.

At work, it’s called office politics.

At home? Family politics.

Within oneself, maybe self-sabotage and for others, it’s jealousy and bullying. 

The bull stands out.

Maybe because “dog eat dog” and “bullying” share an animal origin. 

Whoever came up with those phrases had a wild imagination. A very wild one. 

Here I am, now, thinking about dogs and bulls.

I imagine two dogs fighting. One wins and the other loses. Rather than leave in peace, the winner decided to ensure the loser never rises again.

And bullying? I imagine a bull using its horns to attack anyone within its vicinity. 

Recently, someone unleashed a fiery bull upon me. 

It was capricious, resentful, egotistical, cruel, controlling, aggressive and ludicrous.  

It was abominable and was the very first time I understood what it actually meant to feel oppressed. I wondered why my very existence made, and maybe still makes, another person feel threatened. 

 But it’s not in my blood to cave in. I don’t think it’s in anyone’s blood.

Because if we live to die another day, we can as well face the “bull” today and die an honourable death that shames the one who wielded it into a destructive animal. 

But let’s leave dogs and bulls out of it. They’re innocent.

Humans are the ones choosing, twisting and bastardizing their nature. 

Because how does it feel when we switch “dog eat dog” for “Human eat Human” and “bullying” for “Humanning”?