bucket of crabs

crab pix ex www.bertaut.com
I was very crabby by the end of the day. Victor Meldrew, come home, all is forgiven. I get thoroughly tired of people telling me what I can’t do. I also hate that cliche about crabs in buckets, and how they continually drag the others back down. I don’t know if that’s true or another great urban legend.

Kekailoa Perry thinks it’s a myth, and I’m inclined to agree with Kekailoa’s comment:

Yet, for any one of us to try to see the world outside the bucket is almost like yelling ‘fire!’ in front of a firing squad. Very few have the courage to do so and accept the eventual freedom that comes with such an act. We doom ourselves, against our gut feelings, to live out the life of crabs in a bucket.

I kept hermit crabs in aquaria for years and I can’t say I ever saw any drag down attitudes. None ever escaped either, but that’s another question, because to be fair, nothing else escaped either.

Kekailoa makes the point that buckets are not crab’s natural habitat. It’s possible we all act unnaturally out of our context. Was that you I saw in the post-xmas sales? Driving like a looney into the ‘last’ car park? Like it’s some kind of territory? Well, if that’s the case I guess that’s why you pee’d on the tyres – to mark your space.

Crabs live around rocks – it’s their natural habitat. They live sheltered by solid rocks, not the vagaries of fashion, or the artificial clunk of buckets. They’re in touch with their essential crab-ness. They’re not crabby, they’re crabs.

I think it’s time I stopped being influenced by others and got in touch with my essential crab-ness. You guys can find someone else to drag down. I’m outa here.

FIRE!

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