Spew

The other day while playing tennis we took a break and for some reason we started telling war stories about our most embarrassing drunk moments. It was a lot of barfing and other distasteful bodily fluid loss in public or sort of public places. What was the most endearing thing for me was how generous everyone was and how unembarrassed we all were. It is natural to make mistakes, it is normal to over do it. I was and am so proud I know women who are so relaxed and comfortable about being imperfect. There was something else, it made me love each of them in deeper way. Okay , I am not encouraging people to over do it. I just think we need some times to be let off the hook. We get so driven to perfection that it prevents inner forgiveness of ourselves. I know for me I don’t trust someone who has never lost control. I am suspect of the person who keeps it all together 100% of the time. Where is the courage to “die” metaphorically, because whether it is with a substance like booze or hallucinogenics, illness or a temporary loss of sanity we all need to hike in the dark mountains of unknowing in order to find order, If you ask me. You are saying, why? Or disagreeing? Seriously if you keep everything together how will you know to trust life or God or what have you? Because when it all hits the fan and stuff happens, fans get hit…we need to know we can fly, or land or make it and or still be respectable.
Try it…tell someone or two, just make sure it is people you like in an appropriate place something you may have thought too embarrassing to share and share it. It’s amazing but it will not kill you and shock of ages, they too will probably come clean about something just as embarrassing and guess what? We get to discover everyone has moments. I am not saying blurt a spew story to your boss over the copy machine , not good.
No, I mean in a circle of chatter when everyone isn’t itching to be some where else and it’s just organic to share.
Being human is liberating and being imperfect Divine.