I looked up the word. I don't know that stuff.
Sometimes I feel like a squirrel, running and getting away from you if you're walking to me. If you want to talk to me, I want to run up a tree across the telephone wire. I could just go about simply collecting rations for each day, and not have to be involved in this absurd maintenance of daily routines, and ridiculous technologies to be entertained, and the desire for attention.
That seems more fun than shopping and walking the streets with shopping bags, or drinking coffee in a coffee shop, or waiting in lines to eat.
It seems so free to be a squirrel, not constrained to shallow small talk and interactions that we must go through.