We are animals. Why when I say this people sometimes get all ruffled up truly baffles me.
Sometimes when I’m in a situation where I feel intimidated by someone (like a polished/sophisticated/rich woman or an extremely highly educated and truly insightful person) I remind myself this person has sat on the toilet, with sweat dripping down their face, shooting ass juice from their butthole in excruciating moanful pain from the stomach flu…. (most likely…); and if it takes picturing them like that I do. lol.
Just reminds me we are all human. No one escapes farting. No one escapes all the disgustingness of being human and in that there is beauty and connection and a level playing field. Maybe all other things aren’t equal but those base instincts, base necessities, base urges are. And sometimes that’s all it takes to remind myself to not take all the other crap so seriously.
We like to play these games. Assign value to our lives through our accomplishments, possessions, social roles. These things are all part of the drama of human nature. And boredom begets even more drama. It’s fine. I like some drama too, it’s just that there is real life and death drama and then there is superficial, pastime drama. The two seem to get easily confused to some people.
I enjoy the drama of BDSM because it helps me cope with much more serious drama that I have no control over (be it past or present)….. and it’s enjoyable. It’s fun. It’s a way to get back to a base level of existence. Pain can definitely do that to you. Make all else irrelevant. I find joy in that. I find a deep release and ecstasy in that.
I also (usually) manage to live my life lightheartedly because I know one day sooner than later none of this will matter. My life will be forgotten. The world will be gone. This universe may not even exist at all. It gives me a sense of detachment that lets me accept that my simple attempt to live a genuine life of honesty and compassion as a base little ignorant humanoid on this planet is good enough. It’s good enough to find happiness in. It’s good enough to find joy in. It’s good enough to find meaning in it. If only because it happens to be where I find myself. And my motto is “let’s make the most of it”.
Now excuse me while I go push some warm yellow fluid out of my uterine sphincters. 😝