I like trees. They look great, moderate temperature, generate shade, and even smell good. But I have no desire to be one. Originally shared by Vyacheslav Egorov Trying to not be a tree. If you know me for a long time, you also probably know that I am annoyingly lazy person that does not like to move much. Well, I enjoy moving my thoughts, and my tongue (especially when drunk), and my fingers as my favorite work requires that, but I’d really prefer to never ever move any other part of my body. I’d love to absorb water and minerals from the soil, bath in the sunlight synthesising carbohydrates and slowly think my slow woody thoughts about C++. 26 years of my life I was waiting for Biology to deliver a breakthrough: discover a way for a human to become a tree. The wait was in vain. I am approaching 27th birthday and it does not look like the solution is anywhere near my grasp. And so, envying all the trees blooming in wonderful Danish spring (which started somewhere in early June and no...