i am tired of being mistaken FOR A GOLDEN-RUMPED LION TAMARIN


I believe it was George Berkeley who famously declared, “We are not assured of the existence of things from their being perceived. And we are taught to distinguish their real nature from that which falls under our senses.”

Thanks a lot, Mr. Berkeley. Now can you please explain that to all these jerks who keep mistaking me for a golden-rumped lion tamarin?

People, I am a human being. I have hands and feet and feelings.

Yes, perhaps I occasionally enjoy the atmosphere of lowland tropical forests, especially semi-deciduous inland forests and humid coastal-plain forests. But that is simply because I have a penchant for bromeliads. Would you deny me that right—the right to munch on a little bromeliad using my specialized long-fingered hands?

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