Why your body hates you

Clickbait. That’s why. 

But, no, seriously. Your body hates you.

And this is why.

You keep using it for stuff. Observe:

As soon as you are washed up onto the beach of wakefulness, it drags you across the wet sand and slaps you up a dune. “Now what?” it screams at you “I’ve got you this far. What now?”

You direct it to push you from your bed, onto the floor and to work. You’re heading out of the door and it whispers “there’s something I have to do first.” You sit there, waiting a while.

You’re soon on the bus and it’s keeping you fixed in position on a seat. You think it’s easy, sitting there, your enplumped middle anchoring all your cavities and levers. Sure. it’s easy, when you haven’t got other shit to deal with, by which I mean ‘everything else’.

The only break it really gets from you is when you’re sleeping. That’s when you’re left alone with your mind, which entity has a bit of a freak-out and tries to entertain you with some stuff it heard earlier.

But before that reprieve it is subjected to a full day of commandeering by you. Occassionally they talk, the mind and the body, they talk about you behind your back and around your ankles. The mind says “hey, this guy has totally gone beyond the duality of mind and body, he thinks he must have an existence beyond us.”

“Totally,” says the body as it squeezes a bolus into your stomach “I remember when it was just me and you.”

“Yeah, I was supposed to be the seat of the soul and all that important stuff. But now…”

“Now, it’s all “oh the body and mind are one and the same thing”. Screw that.”

“Sure….,” the mind wanders.

The body tenses, “So, if we’re one and the same, what’s left?”

“…something inexplicable”

“Well, that’s the easy way out,” splutters the body.

The mind boggles.