We all need to get naked every now and again
Man, I can’t believe how quick the summers go by now that I’m a fullfledged adult. Really: Think back to when you were a kid. Summers went on and on and on. Remember that first day of school feeling, when you saw people you hadn’t seen all summer? It felt like an eternity had passed; in reality, it was about 75 days.
Anyway, we’re nearing the end of another summer, but before it’s over, I think we should all do one thing most of us have probably never done before: Go to Gunnison Beach, drop trou, and spend the day like Adam and Eve without the giant, genital-covering leaves.
Yep. It’s time for all of us to get nekkid.
I did it once, a long time ago, and I wrote a column about it. It wasn’t easy. In fact, I was only swinging wild for about 10 minutes.
But I’m going to do it again at some point.
You know why? Because every single person I’ve ever spoken to about it said it’s the most freeing experience you can have with your clothes on. Well, off. But you get the picture.
This is what people told me all those years ago when I tried it, and when I recently did an hour on the subject on NJ101.5, it’s what every caller explained. The feeling of freedom, of being unbridled by life itself, of not being judged in the least bit.
And that last bit, while it may seem counterintuitive at first blush, actually make a lot of sense. No judgement. No “she shouldn’t be wearing that bikini” or “those board shorts are ugly” or “ewww, he’s fat” kind of stuff happens when everyone has made the conscious decision to disrobe.
Of course, we Americans are pretty modest when it comes to this stuff. Other places in the world, not so much. But … and bear with me for a moment for this flight of fancy … but isn’t it possible we’d all get along a lot better if got naked together?
I know. I know! But consider it for a moment. Consider all the Facebook arguing we’ve been going through this election season. Trump, Clinton, blah blah blah.
Don’t you think the tone would be taken down about 378 notches if we had to argue our points while our yo-yo’s were dangling in front of each other?
Man, we can take it even further. Take it to the world stage. Everyone at the United Nations, get naked. Then have your discussion.
Or heck, let’s get our religious groups together. Under our clothes, we’re all the same.
I realize I sound like a hippie dippy fool right now, so don’t bother tsk-tsk’ing me. I realize this is the ramblings of a potentially insane person.
But it doesn’t make it any less true.
So do yourself — and humankind — a favor. Take a day in the next few weeks and head over to Gunnison. I’m willing to bet you have a great time and that it will change, however briefly, your view of the world.
Tell me about your experience. Send pictures! (Kidding.) (Kind of.)