Elephant in the Room

When I walk into a room full of people, and I’m the only one who’s naked, I expect to be noticed.  Acknowledged would be even better.  However, when neither happens, I’m left to wonder what kind of sick warped twisted reality I’m living in.

I did another modelling session yesterday.  I tried to be more talkative but the girls were having none of it.  Toughest crowd I ever faced.  Not entirely a bad thing.  I mean, I got through it, and there’s no public situation I can think of that would be more intimidating.

We’ve all had those dreams where we went to school/work and we forgot to wear clothes.  Reality for me (except for the ‘forget’ part).  The idea of public nudity is terrifying to most people.

Why?  Folks might see our flaws?

People pay money to jump out of airplanes.  People race down the sides of mountains on snowboards.  People undertake maneuvers on highways that would make a Formula 1 race car driver blush.  People run into dangerous situations to protect the lives of others.  People take huge gambles with money.  Walking around naked is the most natural easy thing in the world, yet it remains beyond the scope of many who would otherwise be seeking their thrills elsewhere.

One I returned to clothed form, I fell into a conversation with one of the girls again.  It was a nice easy small talk type conversation.  We asked questions and showed a genuine interest in each other as human beings.  Maybe being the only naked person in the room is weird for them too.

I have one more session with this group next week.  With a freshly refined set of expectations, I’ll have to see how it goes.

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