Mass Extinction and The Quest of Identity

Us mammals were once small and fuzzy little things in the days of the 'terrible lizard' but then something happened. These little creatures where forced by circumstance to change their role in the environment and eventually become the varied forms of life that currently inhabit this strange planet. No matter how much I would like to relate to this, I feel as though it is impossible. I find myself going back to old thought patterns, strange belief systems, and struggling to be fearless in the face of powerlessness. In the back of my head I am saying to myself, "I cannot make you like me, but I sure as hell can make you hate me." This den sure is dirty and the larger animals cannot help but to smell it, so what is a tarnished girl to do? Perhaps, I can run away?