Be Yourself!
Listening: Mushroom Jazz (1)
Drinking: Shiraz
Mr. Electric Triangle is spinning his unique brand of Bossa Nova Lounge jazz on my 5.1, courtesy of Creative and I decided to get back to this blog that I have now neglected for over a week. And what a week it has been?
Besides the messy tension that has permeated my life the last four months, the last week has added the irritant of bitter, ‘midlify’, pseudo competitive people who decided to play on my turf the pathetic tribal hurray of their mid life crisis. It was bad enough that only a week earlier Catherine Harris won the senate race for the totalitarian party. I am not in the habit of pushing political views in these pages, not by fright mind you, but rather by lack interest for this clownery that pretends to run our slab of land. Yet, when somebody runs on the platform that Christians are the only hope of this country and that voting for anyone else would be like legislating sin, it is time for me to come out swinging. What the F*$# is she thinking? And for all the ones that voted for her, do us a favor and move to Afghanistan where you belong and join the Taliban … But back to my initial gripe.
Do you ever have the impression that you live amongst people who pursue their agenda over, around and through you and that, having been told to be the polite, suppressed (I hesitate to use the word emasculated, it hurts) and ‘comme il faut’ (check it out, culture has never hurt anyone, except Western culture pushed on the Mid Easterners, obviously) you let them get away with it? Added to this castrating education, laced with a puritan attitude toward demonstrative anger, is the fear to be seen as a loose canon, at work, outside, in public and among acquaintances. The fact is, the real you is inside screaming with frustration that these gray bullies who push their way and get ahead in a rat race that their epitomize. The real you is left crying behind the iron mask of your tamed personality and has no recourse but to dig inside, bringing in its wake ulcers, cancers and neuroses a plenty.
I am not a role model, and neither am I one of the tame ones. But yet my true self can only breathe through the crack that was left in the door. So tonight I encourage you to kick the door open and inhale a freedom long lasted for. Feels good doesn’t it? Now, I am not preaching an epidemic of erratic behaviors, or rude demeanors, but rather a rash of self assured smiles, pointed remarks, grounds held firmly and personal flair for human relationships, fashion, music and life in general. The choice is simple: spend your life being what everyone expects you to be or decide to be on the outside the person you are, and have forever been, on the inside. I will listen tomorrow for the noise of exuberant, direct, joyful and irreverent outbursts. Watch for the opening door!
Go be yourself and make a better world.
Pierre out…