Liberation underachieved

Updating the blog poses itself to be a perennial problem since I last remembered, and it is becoming more and more of a hassle. I will not give an excuse as to why I find it a problem because that is what it is, an excuse. I realised it was a liberating experience walking out of the house without your undergarment, given the face that it does not seek to constrict or restrict one’s movement especially near the crotch and nether regions.

However, I know myself to be sexually imaginative generally as a person, and as one would have it, I can’t wear boxers for a simple fact I might just get sexually aroused without notice, and at embarrassing times at that. Imagine if I was on a pilgrimage and sporting an erected penis, given the fact that sewn garments are prohibited. Such thoughts are to be constantly suppressed I suppose.

My hair is becoming more and more difficult to maintain, and I have the urge just to give it a slight trim, however, that would rescind the fact that I kept this hair to serve as a personal statement of the self. Non-conformity, which has been associated with hippies and junkies, not to mention I fall under that particular strata of society.

When I mean non-conformist, I am referring to the need to adhere to social norms or civil law. Consider it a psychological disorder, but I think people like me see the need to bend the rules and circumvent it at our will and fancy. Going mainstream is just, in the simplest terms, wonderfully absurd and boring. Many do not realise that to judge what is normal is, firstly, subjective in every sense of the word, differing in localities, and secondly, what defines normal would be the presence of abnormality.

To be considered a believer, there needs to be an atheist. This continuous balance is always kept in check by the opposing reactions that any given situation might bring rise to. Perhaps with a bit more pondering, one may figure one what I’ve been trying to put across.