Gullible’s Travels
Foolery
Our tours
from naivete
to discretion
Earning our learning
through whatever
frequency of follies
we’re choosing
Gullible’s travels
“We don’t forgive people because they deserve it,” she said. “We forgive them because we deserve it.” ~Miss Beryl, Everybody’s Fool by Richard Russo
I was gonna take this storytime along the fluffiest bunnies route. To drum up a darling roll of the funniest chicanery ever played upon me. Synergistically, pranksterism is embedded in my genetics. The humorous license to befall with buffoonery. Whether to illume the load of a tired mind, heavy heart, or simply to set off a chain of laughter between family, friends, or strangers alike. Besides its investment toward self-sustainability. But I’ve been tackling some major cracking open with my therapist of late. Finding formulas that have spun my favor and those that have feverously jilted it. There’s this deliberate thread of delicacy whenever we’re navigating the gum versus glitter of our own pathology. Of all that I’ve sought to sponge from living, I pride myself on paying attention to the experiences that I’ve achieved. To not have wasted as many as what has taught me to be better in countless ways.
What my male support anchor and I recently unearthed were a few lighthearted topics and mostly the abyss of inner-child diving. The latter reminiscent of how easily I’ve dallied getting duped into sexually exploitative circumstances. (I’ll bet you didn’t sense that coming.) Relational reveal ~ I’ve allowed my emotions and my body to be conquered by a lot of boys, guys, and men. I state this masculine ladder since I’m personally aware of ages conjoined by development differences that such a span contains (thank you Alison Armstrong for this, among quite an intimacy inventory else). No matter if I’m tapping backward to high school fornication trauma, my premiere older Italian stallion who ‘gifted’ my solitary STD crabs in college, or the racy video-calling hottie always quick to bare it all for me. Those who’ve tried to make romance inside of me. Yet, left me conquistadored more than traditionally adored.
To redeem the work of fools ~People Have the Power by Patti Smith
Are you willing to look weak, so that you may be healed? Are you up to the challenge of shattering how brave you assumed you were for the chance to break that ceiling? Are you wise enough to lob your lost all about the internet in hopes of helping others be found too? Are you so human that you’re able to show your shallows and your deep to keep your growth swimming in each well of stabilization? Are you able to risk being deceived for the trade of potential treasures? Can you sufficiently cage your crazy until you begin to distill righting from wrongs? Where might you glean the beavers from the bears? When the clowning puts you down, do you strive to merely journey farther? Do you come alive from having proven that your poop is actually purposeful? A locomotion whose destination is transformative. As of now, I like to say that to be suckered is totally a robust tool.
Although April 1st foolishness remains of unknown origin, its globally historic jokery is anything from the practical to the sexual. As much as I wish the lesser of life training agony for anyone, I frankly want everyone to fathom the faculty of friction. I feel that trickery is one of our paramount teachers. I believe that you’re only truly a fool if you never realize any foolishness. Interruptively wrestling my propensity for relying on the possibility of receiving a fairy tale ending. Should fate be teasing your credibility, just tempt it with equally suspenseful doses of streetwise balance. Let any odyssey of hoodwinkery freshen you with an eternal presence in lieu of stinking every bit of your thinking. Be wary of regrets stealing the best of you. Sometimes poor choices are contagious. I’ve certainly repeated my share. However, falling for naughty affairs over and again I’ve dubbed both duncey vulnerability plus skilled seasoning.
Become friends with folly’s flip-side knowledge.
