Just keep swimming...just keep swimming.....



Incongruent

I love that word. Just saying it out loud makes me happy like it was free cake day. When spoken the word has a built in rhythm to it that strikes a pose in my heart.  Yes...I did just make a Madonna reference there.  Sorry.  No, I am not desperately seeking Susan.

Incongruent

Beyond how much I enjoy how it spills off the tongue I am obsessed with the meaning of the word.  Let's define it:

incongruent

Adjective

incongruent (comparative more incongruent, superlative most incongruent)

1. out of place, incompatible,  not congruent

I kind of want to be more out of place to what is expected of a 30-something dude.

I want to be incompatible to the life of a guy who is desperate to not become a drone.

Ever since I can remember (which somedays is only like 3 months ago) I have made role models of people who I have felt live incongruently.  I give an extra badge of respect to those folks who for however they can brush against the grain of life and find away to live outside the box.  Now, I am not talking about those who might have suffered some sort of mental breakdown who are living outside the box by building a bunker in their backyard to withstand an invasion of Yeti's, or those poor souls who have meaningful conversations with street lamps. I am talking about the people who refuse to swim downstream even though it offers the path of least resistance.  I love people who live a life so counter to what the world dictates that it causes deep dissention inside my own emotional congress. 

To those who give me the inspiration to choose to experience life on my terms and not by some sort of social rule, I salute you with my glass of milk!

The days that I find the most dark are the ones where I feel like I am just marking time on a prison wall.  Just marching along, complaining about the same crap, and not opening myself up to the beauty of the world around.  On those days I feel like a zombie who has replaced his craving for frontal lobe with a desire to just watch the calender float by.  It is too easy to just float down the stream without any thought of where I am headed.  I need to be like the people I respect and admire.  I need to grab hold of the branches that hang over me and ask the question "Where in the hell am I going?". 

I think I can find more purpose in life if I force myself to live more incongruently. To make myself swim upstream and find joy in going against the flow.    I am not talking about dropping out of the world and joining a commune where I drink Hemp Slurpies and learn how to "Belly Dance For Peace".  (mental image...shudder)  The way I can live more incongruently will happen more internally.  A life where I treat myself, my family, and the world around me that is counter to the way the world expects us to.   To treat it all with wonder and awe instead of exhaustion and gloom. 

Although I am not a guy who fits in really well...I guess I am looking to become more incompatible to what a 36 year old husband and father of 3 looks like.

Anyway here is the song that got me thinking about these things...

Shake your booty boys and girls for the beauty in the world...