Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Trust Your Gut

So your gut tells you do something crazy? Do it. Trust that voice.

Now this advice has to have a little qualifier. Call it my release from liability statement. If you are crazy, or think you're sane and others call you crazy, maybe you should have a gut check buddy. If your gut tells you to jump from a speeding car. Or kill them all. Or rub my penis all over the melons at the supermarket. Yeah consult your gut check buddy.

Now I know I'm a bit crazy and people tell me I am all the time. But I also know that I have a good heart, am not out to hurt anyone and am far too big of a wuss to jump out of a speeding car. And if I want to fondle the melons with my cock that is my choice, so I don't have a gut check buddy. If I did I would hope he'd support my recently developed fruit fetish.

So my gut tells me to put this blog out a little more. I have all the excuses in the world not to. First and foremost, it's not very good. Where am I going with it? Is this the writings you want to introduce yourself to the world with? You know that voice, well that voice is not your gut. I'll speak only for me, and I know it's my ego. My beautiful enormous ego attempting to keep me safe, keep me comfortable. I don't want to be safe anymore. Sure a little comfort is nice, but too much and you go numb. Trust me I've spent the past oh 7 - 8 years numb. I don't regret it, but I don't need or want it anymore. My skins crawls thinking about others reading this, but I am trusting my gut. And of course my ego is the one with all the qualifiers here. Blah blah blah.

I use a different term for my gut. A fancy new age term. My Inner Counselor! Very mystical and magical, but ultimately it's my gut. He's very fancy and doesn't like to be called the gut. Okay he doesn't care, but I do. It makes it sound more official. And I am all about official. So my Inner Counselor laughs at all the excuses I (me ego) can make up about not doing something. Like not putting this out there. He's got a good sense of humor. Fucker. I can be very creative and expend a ton of energy making up excuses. I am changing that tune and shooting from the hip a bit more and going for it. Ignorance is bliss.

So here we go. We'll see what happens. I'm off to the supermarket, wouldn't buy melons today if i were you.

1 comment:

  1. get on with you badself and authentic self, and gut! nice work. b....