A weekend of life in the caves [Week 144]

Being a caveman, my life is and is not exciting.

Not exciting, because I am limited in my vocabulary and intellect. I also lack many tools to improve my quality of life.

Exciting, because when I go hunting it's all about learning strategies and chasing prey requires being in good condition. Although most of the time they are more cunning than I am.

The other exciting thing is that there are no laws and I regularly do what I want until I get another one just like me, but stronger. In those cases, I run away in the opposite direction.

When I say I do whatever I want, what I mean is that I can't see a female because my main tool wakes up and has to be fed almost immediately.

Well, let's try to describe what a day of mine is like in the stone age.

I don't have a name that I know of, but I'll call myself Fred.

Every day before sunrise and when I hear the birds, I get up. It is not easy. In spite of the fact that the night before I devoured some good pieces of meat, in the mornings I wake up so hungry that I would eat a cow, but cows do not exist yet, so I will say that I would eat a Brontosaurus. A little animal of many tons that has a lot of meat.

The problem is that to satisfy my hunger I have to go hunting and that's the hard part of my life.

Yes, you have to go to work early in the morning. There are those who think that the caveman's life is all about eating and jumping for happiness, but it is not like that, you have to work hard from very early in the morning, and you have to earn your living.

The good thing is that I am not the only one, there are other gentlemen like me who wake up hungry and well, we have managed to form a group to go hunting. This way we manage to catch huge prey that serves as food for everyone in the tribe.

When the hunt is not fruitful, that is, a total failure, you have to eat fruits, leaves, and roots. Many people do that, but I can't; the leaves purge me and make me sick to my stomach.

So when the hunting is not good, I go to the lagoons, and rivers and look for fish. But these critters are hard to catch. As the fishing rod has not been invented, I have to make an effort to catch them. I tell them that rocks are no good, you have to get into the water and chase them. I don't know which is harder, catching a fish or catching a quadruped.

I don't tell them I'm hunting birds, because I don't do that. Here the birds are very big and instead of catching them, I can get caught. I'm sure those birds must bite very hard.

Since I moved away from my paternal tribe, I have been trying to get a woman to stay with me, but it has not been possible. The ones I have met, I believe, have used me as a sexual object.

Living alone in these stone times is very difficult, I need my wife, with her I would be the person with whom I would like to spend my life in the caves.

Every day, when I get to my cave, I make combinations of liquids from the plants with a little blood from the animals I have hunted. With this, I have been able to doodle on the walls. These doodles are my writings/drawings, they are my way of expressing myself and thus pass on to posterity. Thanks to that you are reading this content one weekend.

The night passed fleetingly, dawn broke and we finished hunting. Everything has been excellent, this time we hunted two mammoths, so everyone's belly is going to be very full.

The women have already gathered dried fruits and some roots to accompany the meat. One of them, a hairy woman, very beautiful and friendly, approached me with some fruits to offer to me. I gladly accepted, and she also gave me a broad smile with her pitted teeth.

It was her, the expected woman, I feel lucky, I already have a wife.

Now, I don't want to leave the cave, I keep showing the spear to my wife and she keeps laughing saying that I have a twig. Why is that?

Such is a weekend and the life of man in the caves.

Oogah, Oogah!