#hatkin

glamour shot of me on my bed

hoping for support and camaraderie! 

Are you more rational or emotional? Ugh, how can you even buy into that bogus dichotomy?! What about all those people that don't identify with thinking OR feeling? Huh, ever think about their feelings? Quit being so sapiocentric: some of us identify with a state of inanimate unthinking. And don't try and exotisice us by calling such a state Zen. It is a state of nothingness so don't call it something.

When was the last time you saw a western politician wear a hat to work? You haven't because it's considered eccentric. That's bare headed privilege. A stifling sartorial conformity strangles the political process. We will not be free until everyone no matter what their station can wear what they please.

My human body feels hungry. As a hat, I find this an alien sensation. As a human I find the alien sensation alien. This is meta-alienation, or metalienation.

What makes someone identify as something other? Is it their sense of uniformity in a vast unfeeling world? Are our souls awakening in a new spiritual age? Has the internet corrupted us? Has this always been a thing, like being gay, that only now people feel able to talk about in the safe confines of a tumble log? Has bourgeois ordinariness been the fetter that we’ve adorned with strange and beautiful flowers? Are we trying to escape society’s cage by turning inwards? I don’t know. What I do know is that none of us are what people see. We are each warped in our special way. Isn’t the world that much more interesting if a housewife can be a leapord and teenagers can engage in spiritual warfare against unseen foes and disaffected 24 year olds can be hats?

I was wearing my spirit brother earlier. He's only a brother in a metaphorical sense: would be truer to say we're cut from the same roll of felt. Anyway, I was wearing him and a gush of wind took him off my human-cage head and he rolled some distance away. Was he trying to say something in this? Is my head to hard a cage to be worn upon? Have I outgrown him or has outflown me? I am as torn as he, tangled in the briar where I retrieved him.