"you can't run away from yourself." - bob marley

there is a human tendency to blend in. even the most outrageous exhibitionists prefer their own kind. perhaps it is evolutionary, stay with the herd to avoid predators. distinguishing yourself from the homogeneous mass will set you up for carnage. who is our modern predator? ourselves, perhaps. our distorted psyches, our unlovable, deprived, and abandoned inner children who lash out like a two-year-old, running when you shout stop, throwing when you insist they put it down gently. can we quiet them, make them use their "inside voice," if we hide behind clothes, make-up, posses, and walls? does the persona we choose to emulate make a difference? what if we all went naked into the world, shedding our outer skins like a snake, slithering about in the raw?

i guess we'd be cold.