Being a Human

 Humans have always struck me as funny creatures. 

I remember seeing this person standing in front of the elevators at my office. I can't recall now if this was a male or female of our species. What I do remember is they scratched a high point on their belly causing their shirt to go way up exposing a bunch of skin. I thought it was so funny at the time. It was like my own private fart joke. Farts are funny. 

I've also been the belly person. Once I was talking to my friend Colynn and she said "Hello, Alice's Belly." I had been absentmindedly scratching myself and had started going to town like I was alone on my couch with a can of cheap beer right there in her cubicle. In my defense, I had gained a LOT of weight and my clothes were probably too tight and therefore itchy. 

It's taken me years, decades, to get comfortable being human. Sometimes I scratch an itch. Sometimes I fart. Sometimes blood and tissue comes out of my vagina. Humans are just animals that at some point decided to try to be something else. 

I guess my point, if I have a point at all, is to embrace your humanness, whatever that may mean for you. Maybe you struggle with making mistakes. You're human. Maybe you're uncomfortable in your own skin. You're human. Enjoy the crazy, messy ride.