Drop a post

Sometimes when I feel like it I put in my "Replacements" soundtrack and enjoy the enlivened tune of "I Will Survive", which is always preceded by the colorful "Bust A Move". So my pal Andrew has asked me to "drop a post", which feels like "bust a move", and this is what I shall do tonight, an hour to the midnight, after having a somewhat emotional evening unloading to a new friend. So much so that my lips are dry from shed tears and I may need to vaseline my nose before going to bed. I'm just going to let some thoughts tumble out.

It's Halloween eve. I wonder what it would be like to dress up like someone or something else and live that way for, say, a month or even a year? To have absolutely no history of connection with anyone else. To care of no one else's expectations of you. To be able to create whatever number of "first impressions" you fancy in a day. To act with no fear of having to deal with relational consequences or disappointments.

And then I wonder, perhaps if I lived in such a way, would it simply be an ironic paradox because I'd really be just being myself? I wonder the degrees to which I put on my "costumes". I wonder, in the interests of what's best for humankind, how much of "myself" is okay to show, and which parts are best left for the "nudist colony of the soul."

Oooo, the "nudist colony of the soul"...

Well, I hope this was a good "drop" Drew. :) Pardon my navel-gazing. Time for bed.