Hunters in Overalls - The Shame

Hunters of the world, Unite!

Briefly. Then they'll be distracted by a rustling in the shrubs, leap in and run off in hot pursuit. It doesn't matter really what it is. Simply that it runs and they haven't run after it before. A constant, electric hum of energy pulses through them. They need to move, even if it's only tapping their foot as they are restrained in their cubicle. Move forward. Keep moving. Move through, move around, just keep moving. Acquire a new target. No target? Create one. No conquest? Start a war, pick a fight. No obstacle? Imagine one and beat the garbage out of it.
Hunters are great people. You just don't want them building watches or running day care centers.

In addition to this kinetic group (hunters, warriors, fighters), God created farmers. Good folk. Salt of the earth. Solid. Dull.

You see, farmers do the same thing every day, week, month and year. They are linear and consistent. They frolic in minutiae and drink details and numbers like coffee (doubtless with creamer). Risk is not an option. Spontaneity? It should be treated by prescription medication.
Farmers look for order and if it's not found, create it. A farmer won't start a fight, unless you drive across his freshly plowed field or put back his files without regard to the alphabet. Then he will brow beat you efficiently.

I know we need farmers. I just don't like it. There's so many straight lines, crisp edges, and metered steps - it makes my head hurt. It's like being trapped in a coffin stuffed with wet cotton balls.
After all, won't sick people heal themselves? Do broken things need to be fixed? Can't the young, feeble and elderly just catch up later? Food should be caught not grown. Dirt is to be walked on, not played with. Numbers and the alphabet are more suggestions and accessories.

If you want something done, give it to a hunter. If you want it finished, give it to a farmer.