Don't you get it? The squirrell is me.
So I've been making these comics lately and everyone seems to think I'm either insane or a comedic mastermind. I guess that's good; even if I am insane, at least that's something to work with. Anyway, I've created this minibear character with whom I often speak. In the first one, I didn't even think about it; the squirrell just seemed like the obvious thing to put in there. I didn't realize it when I created the beast that it has a lot of dark undertones and subconscious significance for me. As the comics have progressed, the character has developed into more than just a talking squirrell. Don't you get it? The squirrell is me. Well, it's what I want me to be, and the me that's me in there is the me that most of you know. Some of you know only the me that appeared in the last frame of "Fun at the bowling alley," but that's a different issue. He is the stoic, solitary woodsman that I've wanted to be but can't. The squirrell talks to other characters for me, in a way that I cannot, so he is a sort of plot device to let me say things without me actually having to say them. The squirrell also represents something I have never had in my life - my best friend. He is the character to whom I turn for guidance, or just to chill. He gets me, and I don't have to censor or explain myself.
The squirrell represents how I have lost the ability to communicate with real people, lost touch with reality even. He is the manifestation of my solitude. I've gone pretty stir crazy lately, and you can probably see that in my comics. I think I just need to get to college and I'll be alright, and the squirrell represents everything I'm going to college to find.
Now you're probably thinking "But Watson, why a squirrell? Why not something a little more dignified and respectable-like?" Well, two reasons: 1) They didn't have a wolf, and 2) Comedy is still the goal, even if I am trying to express my inner self. Talking squirrells are automatic funny.
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