F is for Freak Flag

I've written a diatribe on "Fuck What People Think," and sworn to make and hand out rubber bracelets with the "FWPT" logo. I've declared my liberation and vowed, "I will flee to the forest,
To be reraised by wolves" in a poem entitled, "Feral." I've read every self-help book on the shelves on the topic. And still, I struggle on a daily basis with allowing other people's opinions to stop...or at least slow me down...from living the life I want to lead.
After losing a friend to a heart attack last week at the age of sixty-two, I realized with every fiber of my being that life is too short to hesitate, for even a moment, in pursuing a passion or grabbing a good time. This ends TODAY. Here are the five steps I'm taking to free myself from the foolishness:
1) Fun Over Fear. Whenever I start to make a decision, I'm simply going to ask myself, "Would it be fun? Would it make me happy?" If the answer is yes, I'll ask, "Will it hurt anyone else? Like actually cause them pain or distress?" If the answer is no, then I'm doing it...regardless of being ridiculed or reviled.
2) Feel Fat? Screw that! Since gaining thirty pounds, I have postponed trips, activities, photos, and shopping until I get thin again. No more. I will never let feeling fat get in the way of participating in the feast of fantastic experiences that make up a well-lived life.
3) Find a Fetish. So now that I'm feeling fine naked, I can fully express myself in the boudoir by exploring my freak there, as well. I am going to indulge my desires and find a fetish that suits me. Right off the bat, I'm thinking a combo of Stigmatophilia (tattoos and piercings) and Trichophilia (body hair).
4) Focus on Friends and Family...and friendly strangers. I can't be obsessed with what others are thinking or saying about me, it I'm focused on what I can think, say, or do to make a positive impact on them. The easiest way to take your mind off your own troubles is to help someone else overcome theirs.
5) Forget Failure. Just because I fell on my face in the past does not mean it will happen this time. Even if it does, the fact that I'm still here means failure isn't fatal. What folks call failure is actually just an experience that chose not to follow the rules.
I close with words from the fabulous Lucille Ball, 'I'd rather regret the things I've done than regret the things I haven't done." Now, look out your window, you should see my Freak Flag flying high.

Published on April 07, 2014 13:20
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