I’ve been hearing a lot lately about body image.
Apparently it’s important what your body says about you in
the way that it presents itself to others.
Like I have control over that?
My body has a mind of its own.
I mean it really has a mind of its own. It showed up in my chest x-ray, right next to
my liver.
Weird.
And when I go to the beach and take my shirt off only the
toddlers run away…you know, because of my third nipple.
The adults just turn their chairs.
Sure, there were times when I would walk into a dimly lit
room and it appeared as if Alfred Hitchcock’s shadow followed me in.
But I’ve been losing weight…again…and Al’s pretty much gone
for now.
They say kids have a tough time with body image because of
all the beautiful people they see in the movies and on TV.
But I don’t have a problem with that; we need beautiful
people in the movies and on TV.
What…I should pay 12 bucks to go look at ugly people?
I can do that for free everyday…every morning…when I look in
the mirror.
So there’s that….
Then we have body language…as if I don’t have enough trouble
with the regular kind…body or otherwise.
How firmly we shake hands, hold our arms, turn our feet in,
turn our feet out …make eye contact, avoid eye contact…stick our fingers in our
ears.
All of it matters, especially if you stick your fingers in
someone else’s ears.
With or without an explanation….
Then today’s horoscope is telling me my inner self and outer self are going to be out of sync.
Like I need that again…especialy on a Sunday….
The last time my inner self and outer self were out of sync
it caused a lot of trouble.
I ran a stop sign and got ticket.
I mistakenly insulted a Canadian.
I picked up the Wall Street Journal instead of the NY Post
and ended up placing an order for 2,000 shares of something called “Cookies
Crockery” instead of ordering my usual…well, never mind.
I bought low sodium soap instead of soup…the wrong non-dairy creamer.
Met the wrong friend for lunch.
Ate the right lunch but at the wrong table.
And don’t get me started on the Aquarium.
It was really getting to the point that I considered seeking
out a professional for some counseling.
But then I went to the men’s room and discovered that I had
just put on my underwear backwards, which in itself is disconcerting…at least
in the moment.
So I better go and check on that again.
You never know when you’re going to run into another
Canadian. …
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