Lessons from Tigger

September 2, 2001 | 12:02 AM

Klara and I just finished watching the Tigger movie. I love it... Tigger is going around trying to find his family, the people who look and bounce like him, only to discover that his real family is made up of friends that care about him. Classic story (or trite story, which ever way you choose to look at it), but I love that idea. Your real family is not just a group of people that look and act like you. Family is the group of people that actually give a damn, and would go through a blizzard looking for you, just like Pooh and the gang went out for Tigger. I know who my real family is.

Today, I think I discovered what it must have felt like for my parents when I went off to college. My brother, Ante, found these three tiny little bunnies in his yard today. They were so small, I could hold all three in the same hand. Well, he couldn't keep them, so he gave them to me to take to the Metroparks and let them go. The shelter said they were old enough. I don't believe that. Anyway, I went to the parks and released them, after deciding against letting them hang out in our garden. As soon as I got back in the car, I wanted to turn around and get them back. Those poor little bunnies, out in the forest, on this cold night! I just wanted to go get them and bring them home and give them a box and some food! I felt so bad. Like I gave a freakin kid away, or something.

That's not the only reason I'm feeling bad. Sarah and I went shopping, when she mentioned that she found a cd at the Y. It was mxpx live, which is one mxpx cd I don't have. She said it's been there for a while, so we went up there after the Y closed, and she went in and got it for me. Somebody else's cd. I keep telling myself that it's an abandoned cd and nobody asked for it back... plus it's not even a store-bought one. Somebody just burned a copy. But are those just excuses to make me feel better for taking something that's not mine? I don't know. I'm stupid.

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