The devil inside, you know the one, the one that sits on the other shoulder telling you to get up to mischief and deviate from the norm, the one that tells you to keep driving in the morning past your office and head for the hills, the one that says “just one more drink” on a night out with friends, the one that wants you to be free and have fun.
Balance — ’tis the key… right? Well, so they say. But, who are they? I find often that we refer to them, but I’ve always questioned who they are and no one can seem to give me a definitive answer. But enough about that, perhaps another piece, another time.
Being a December baby I’ve always been one for a good time, always had a lot of energy and am often in the middle of the dance floor and one of the last ones at the party. Why? Because sometimes I can’t ignore that little man sitting on my left shoulder who tells me to ignore the sensible one on my right.
You can all picture this, right? Many cartoons have portrayed this over the years and by no means am I referring to anything sinister at all when I talk about the devil, I am simply talking about those moments where you could just burst out of your skin with restlessness and excitement, when your spirit is trying to set itself free if you will.
So, what does one do when they have this overwhelming urge and they’re not in an appropriate venue or location to burst out of their skin? Who decides what’s appropriate or not anyway? Blast, another topic to write about in weeks to come! Anyway, back to the devil inside.
I find myself more often than not these days feeling like this, feeling as if I am going to burst if I don’t do something that takes all of my energy, if I am silent and wanting to talk, if I am in a serious situation, my mind wanders right off into a land of laughs and practical jokes and it is only seconds away from bursting out through my face. My eyes glaze over, my ears shut off and apparently it’s no secret that I have checked out of the situation. So what if this is life? What if we’ve got it all wrong with all of our rules and regulations, our codes of conduct and our nappy wearing adulthoods, political correctness and over regulation of anything and everything that was once considered fun? Every child getting a medal at school sports day, so everyone feels included. Another reason why I am not going to breed.
Perhaps I’ve got it all wrong, and it’s just me who is affected by this type of rebellious longing to constantly crack jokes, challenge authority and live without consequence. I’ve been wrong once before, only once, that I recall, but I would say that wouldn’t I?
We are so caught up in our own heads and lives these days that many of us have forgotten how to have a laugh, how to have fun, how to just let things pass us by.
Everything turns into a Facebook status, or a Tweet, or a post in a Mothers Group creating mass hysteria over an issue which essentially is not an issue and the only issue is is that that person who decided it was an issue had nothing else to do that day and they were lonely so they lit a fire on the internet. As I have more than likely done now.
So how do we conclude this? Am I the only one that experiences the little devil on my left shoulder telling me to constantly hit the red button? Should I be seeking assistance or counselling for this? Should I join a support group? Or should I do what we humans are ultimately here to do and that is to live our lives in a safe manner, be happy, and gain as many experiences and learnings as we can before we move on to the next life? I’ll just keep doing that.
This piece was also featured on The Huffington Post