Gentle friend,
It isn’t fair or true to continue to compare your insides to other people’s outsides. Through the delusions of your heart’s hunger, your mind’s hatred, and all that television has done to you, I propose that you are so far removed from the truth that the only thing left to do is rest. Rest well, and then regurgitate your hips… let your legs slide carefully out of your dislocated jaws until your toes are past your lips. Let the blood return to them, slowly bringing tingling, and then searing pain. When the sensation begins to pass… correct your back, place your hands upon the asphalt of the alley where you have been laying for years, and press your self up toward the light above you. Rise. Wipe the filth from your hands, and learn to walk again.
And while I hate explaining myself, it seems like we live in a knee-jerk world and maybe some explanation is a loving thing.
In my view, there’s nothing wrong at all with beautiful women, well dressed men, laughter, lightness, or cosmopolitans. The world is wide, and strong. Be inspired by who you are and what you choose to do. Oh I hope you are. I hope you will.
That said, in the heart of babylon, where we sell things without thinking, and put money and instinct ahead of community, content, and just how brief our time can be here, it is easy for people who’s hearts cry for love, value, purpose and refuge to look outside, into a glass of alcohol, the last drop of a tube of lotion, or anywhere but the mirror. I believe this because it has been my experience. And so I ache for my dear friends who kick the shit out of themselves every day, and every night by comparing their vulnerable insides to the frosty outsides of people, places and things. Having been both the hipster just trying to have a good time, and the brooding egoist which never measures up, it has become my point of view that only through transformation are we ever found in the present tense with our feet on the ground. Sometimes these moments come with violence or illness. Sometimes they come with the gentle tap of a finger on our foreheads.
So did I mean “you?” when I wrote this? No. Certainly not. But if the shoe fits… relax. Walk around the sales floor a while. How does it feel?
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Um - did you just see the Sex and the City movie? I’m just venturing a guess.
Now that I have become addicted to “House” I don’t feel obliged to defend SATC any more.
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I’ve never seen Sex In the city. No.
Why? Does someone regurgitate themselves on the show?
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Nice write-up. I can certainly relate to getting wound up in oneself. Isn’t that what sleep is for.
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Rest and good sleep can be a wonderful way to get a fresh perspective on things. It’s true.
However, I’m not sure sleep alone has ever really shifted my world view altogether. some things may take a little more work than that.
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i like that term you used ‘brooding egoist’. i find it to be an easy trap for my mind to fall into.
i also find a long rest after a long dance is usually the most refreshing. : )
i sure could use an all night dance to one sunshine jones set.
miss you man. hug.
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Michael I miss you too.
We didn’t know how good we had it when I was hitting NYC every month, and DC four times a year did we?
I miss seeing you dance, and smile and having breakfast afterward.
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I feel the need to adorn myself in a silk robe , shave my head and light a candle and just take everything you say to heart lately….Tre
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How ’bout you just turn up in whatever’s comfortable and I can take a turn listening to you too?
Sounds like a better idea to me baby.