though it should tell you so in the title, this shit is about to get expletive.
so, i arrived in california yesterday morning & i’ve spent my first full day as a san francisco resident. so, of course i want to write about what i’ve been thinking & such, because today, on my accidental prowl through a nude beach, i began to panic. what if they thought i was being creepy, when all i wanted was a walk by the sea?
but then I got to thinking: how many times have i found myself anxious about shit that i didn’t need to be worried about?
those people chose to be out in public in their birthday suits, & i was embarrassed because i was worried i was intruding with my clothed-ass self. it wasn’t accidental nudity. i saw full-on, purposeful man cheeks.
aside from “stumbling upon a nude beach & realizing it too late” being my kind of luck, i’ve decided that shit is going to happen from time to time, & i have to deal with it. but like, deal with it in the healthy & productive way that normal people deal with their shit. because obsessing doesn’t get me anywhere but backwards.
it’s weird the shit a bunch of geriatric nudist beach bums can teach you, huh?