Hi, come on in. Please, make yourselves at home, pull up a chair or get your walking shoes on. I will go off on self-deniers of a basic human experience. Welcome to Musing Interruptus. The time is now and the place is wherever you are. Thank you for listening. Today, oversharing (to say inappropriate things about ourselves or someone else), regret, and living to overshare another day…
Elegant, sleek (stylish), poised (graceful), well-dressed, coifed (nicely done hair), well-mannered (polite), and highly educated. She always has the perfect thing to say, a topic laced (mixed) with the right amount of amusement. He moves around his environment without hesitation. Nothing can stir (excite) or disturb (bother) them. Animatronic androids. Fuck you and the horses you rode on. White steads, for sure. Stay in your coffee commercials and James Bond movies. I have no time for you. My love and admiration go out to the everyday people who share and invite you to share in the experience of life. That is one of the most basic experiences of them all.
Being invited into the lush greenery of life, luminous, loving, my goodness, the joy, and excitement. That is fun and invigorating (energizing). Nobody regrets that. Nobody comes up with archetypes out of happiness and comfort, you don’t need them. Ah, beware, there is a part of life that we are taught not to share. To do our best not to show. Because #architype. Life is not a shampoo commercial. We do not live in Pleasantville, however much our instas try to show we do. The best parties, food, food, food, my god the picture of food, families, perfect smiles, even grief has the perfect picture. Nonetheless, the pictures and excerpts are there. They are so telling of our need to connect and share.
There, within the rough stuff, dark thoughts, lapsus (when we say something unintentionally), pain, the undeniable reality we live, we feel, we hurt, we make mistakes, say the wrong thing at the wrong time, desire that which is out of reach, the things we do to reach. Laughter revealing reality. Making a joke that comes off mean and is misunderstood! That space, otherwise reserved for therapists and sometimes a very close friend.
What happens when you are careless and blurt (suddenly speak) it out to the wrong group. Ohhh I’ve overshared all over again! Right in front of the mean girls, the shallow, beneficiaries of an unguarded moment. Work people! Noooo! Humanity at work! Save me now! My humanity is showing! Panic. Clammy hands. A knotted-up throat. Seething with regret. Of course, this has an internal component, the responsibility and the capacity to live and accept ourselves. This is fundamental. There is also the component of who is listening. Who is there? Who is receiving our humanity? Is there compassion and empathy on the other side? We might not feel we have gone on a word binge, sidestepping altogether the shame hangover, if the right person is on the other side.  Let’s get serious here for a minute. People could be nicer to each other.
Are you doing your part? Or are you a heinous (absolutely hateful and morally wrong) repressive critic of the people who surround you and their most human and delicate vulnerabilities? No judgment! :P Are you capable of true kindness? Which comes down to your capacity to be accepting of yourself, humanity, and darkness. Are you listening? Because I am…

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