What Cyndi Lauper and Rob Thomas have in common.

So I’m sorry I haven’t been around lately. Life has been a backhoe and I am the dirt. My brain is currently in repair mode from said digging so I apologize in advance.

So my boyfriend and I were having an in-depth discussion about Rob Thomas’s song Someday and the debate was “what does he really mean about the lyrics ‘Someday, maybe, we can live our lives out loud?” I thought about it and I deduced that it was about Human Biology.

Biology is the study of life so it goes without saying that Human Biology is about the study of life in humans. But it’s the proverbial life that I am talking about. So this is my version of Human Biology. Open up your textbooks to page 298, please.

Our lives are so inhibited, so covered up, so pre-fabricated. We want so badly for others to see us as special, unique, or at least par with everyone else that it can literally suck the life out of you as you try to paint some façade you think will amaze others. Tiredly and usually lonely, we stop and think, “What would really impress them? What would make them gush to random strangers about me?” Bottom line is, what would you gush to random strangers about yourself? Who are you? Why sit around thinking about these things and conjuring up this lackluster forgery of yourself when there is an arsenal of whacked-up crap inside you that’s sure to make you conversation worthy?

I like Chapstick. No, I love Chapstick. When I cook bacon, I love fishing out the little pieces floating around in the grease that’s left behind. They are almost as good as the bacon itself. I try to sing with Sammy Hagar daily but his voice is too high for me to match and I ponder that every time. I really want to learn how to play the guitar so I can play Panama at a recital and impress my brother, but I haven’t been able to find the time so I play a lot of air guitar in my car, generally at stop lights. When the mood strikes me, I slide around my boyfriend’s hard wood floors because he’s got lots of open space and that is fun to me. I wear old, worn out underwear to bed because they are hands-down the most comfortable of undergarments. I absolutely must take a shower after going number two because I just feel disgusting which means I never crap in public. So if you walk into a rest room and it smells like death, I can guarantee it wasn’t me. I prefer fresh air to air conditioned at any time or temperature so therefore I drive with the windows down and the heater on full blast if I must. I am going back to school to be a PA. Not sure if I’m smart enough but we’ll find out. When I started that project, it was to prove to everyone around me that I was smart and successful and could do anything I wanted. I gave that up because no one but me really gave a crap. I’m doing it now because I am beyond excited to share my love for science and knowledge with other people so they can help themselves.

Some of those things are pretty odd and I ought to feel embarrassed and intimidated to share them with anyone and everyone, but I’m not. That’s who I am and there’s enormous freedom in not hiding that. It takes way too much effort to constantly hold up that revolting mural we’ve painted for everyone else when a unique and exclusive assortment of Human Biology lies behind it.  Put down the fresco and as Rob Thomas says, live your life out loud.