Confessional
It's no big secret that my family reads this blog from time to time, so I find that I have to censor when I write. It's not like I've killed a man or anything, but some things are better left unsaid, I suppose.
That said, I'm going to admit two things I didn't think I'd have the guts for, here for the world to see.
Confession #1: I smoked a cigar last Friday. A Swisher Sweet, to be exact. I know that doesn't sound like much but it's a pretty big deal to me, since I'd never had one before. I haven't had one since and I probably won't smoke one again. But I figured it was legal and smoking one wouldn't kill me.
Confession #2: I went out to the woods about a month back and sat by the creek. As I was sitting there, I began to think about the Native Americans who lived in this area before me and how they must have lived. I imagined them cleaning their clothes in the creek and splashing around. Then I thought about Adam and Eve. One thing led to another, and I decided to see what it would be like going without clothes in the woods. So I climbed down to the water (so the bank would protect me from surprise visitors) and disrobed. It took longer than possible, because I was nervous, even though no one was looking. But I did it.
You can't imagine how weird it feels to be completely naked in the middle of the woods unless you try it. I even took off my wedding ring (not to offend the wife, I promise) because I wanted to be exactly as I was when I was brought into the world. Had it been warmer, I might have attempted to wade in the water. If you're brave enough, I suggest you try it.
Note: I'm really very much a prude, and never would have done it if I wasn't sure no one would see me. The ground was dry, and as such I could have heard someone coming from a mile away. Also, my clothes were nearby, so I knew I could get dressed quickly if I had to.
That said, I'm going to admit two things I didn't think I'd have the guts for, here for the world to see.
Confession #1: I smoked a cigar last Friday. A Swisher Sweet, to be exact. I know that doesn't sound like much but it's a pretty big deal to me, since I'd never had one before. I haven't had one since and I probably won't smoke one again. But I figured it was legal and smoking one wouldn't kill me.
Confession #2: I went out to the woods about a month back and sat by the creek. As I was sitting there, I began to think about the Native Americans who lived in this area before me and how they must have lived. I imagined them cleaning their clothes in the creek and splashing around. Then I thought about Adam and Eve. One thing led to another, and I decided to see what it would be like going without clothes in the woods. So I climbed down to the water (so the bank would protect me from surprise visitors) and disrobed. It took longer than possible, because I was nervous, even though no one was looking. But I did it.
You can't imagine how weird it feels to be completely naked in the middle of the woods unless you try it. I even took off my wedding ring (not to offend the wife, I promise) because I wanted to be exactly as I was when I was brought into the world. Had it been warmer, I might have attempted to wade in the water. If you're brave enough, I suggest you try it.
Note: I'm really very much a prude, and never would have done it if I wasn't sure no one would see me. The ground was dry, and as such I could have heard someone coming from a mile away. Also, my clothes were nearby, so I knew I could get dressed quickly if I had to.
posted by Yorick at 5:46 PM
2 Comments:
did you smoke the cigar while you were clothesless to keep the mesquitoes away? now we know where your niece got her lovely habit from.
How drunk where you that time you smoked my Swisher at the bar in Jackson, that you can't remember it.
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