Mean Angry Torso
Just yesterday, a tennis friend (who I soundly beat) let me know that he and his partner have been talking about me. They were concerned about my mental health. They both thought it would do me some good to get out of the house.
I growled, "like where? a bar?". I used to frequent bars, but lately I am turned off by them AND their patrons. I see squishy people everywhere who don't have physical fitness as their priority. Does your ass make tsunami waves when poked? When squeezed, are your arms squishy like a woman? Eww. Yes, I'm a prick.
When sexting, I see all sorts of torsos. Rather than judge the torso on merits of exercise and diet, I do something strange. I imagine nips as eyes and belly buttons as mouths. I look at the "face" so I can peer into one's true self... their soul. (try it!)
When I look at my torso, I always see mean and angry. It makes me shiver. Is my inner soul mean and angry? Also, why do I always project my values onto others? What makes my values superior to yours? Hmm... something to ponder.