In order of increasing urgency (if not importance):
1. My Past Self.
2. My Future Self.
3. The Squirrel with the White-Tipped Tail that I Suspect Lives On My Roof.
Past Self keeps making messes for me to clean up; and Future Self keeps eluding our shared responsibilities, leaving me alone between them to deal with consequences I should have and also never see coming.
There is nothing I can do with catch up to my Future Self, and my Past Self has already done all the damage she’s going to do.
That leaves the Squirrel, who digs holes right in front of the porch steps in its efforts, I’m sure, to kill me. It leaves messes on my windowsills and curses at me whenever I leave or enter the house.
(I wish I knew squirrel language).
The squirrel is my undoubtedly enemy. But in a way, I appreciate its tenacity; it’s apparent resolve to defeat me in such outlandish fashion. There are those whom I regard much less than this squirrel, who have done much less and much more to me, personally, than this squirrel – who annoys and even entertains so much more than it will ever actually hurt me.
Maybe I should just leave it at that. In any case, it has been and will always be too late for anything else.
This squirrel will never be my friend.