Fried Eggs

We all have something. It may be claustrophobia, panic attacks, OCD or some other form of unhealed neurosis; it might be someone in your family who has a loose screw or ten; it could be a mean mother, a bigoted relative, an uneducated grandmother or a sister who slaughters animals which are on the endangered list. You may have a troubled child who has all the markers of a sociopath or you may have emotional baggage from your own childhood which has affected your ability to parent. You may be suffering from a nasty divorce or break-up, you might have phobias or superstitions about any number of things or you may just be a secret hoarder. The point is that as human beings we all have something and as we get older whatever your something is, it becomes more magnified if you fail to address it. Some people never will while others on a spiritual journey will break it down ad nauseum.

Some years ago Bette Midler recorded a song called, “Hello in There” and her monologue leading up to the song was simple, funny, eloquent and profound…

I was walking down 42nd street one day, I wasn’t workin’ 42nd street I was walkin 42nd street. And this amazing thing happened to me. It was July it was about 89 degrees. It was hot, hot for New York. You know and I was walking east and this humungous person was coming west. And she had this big blue house dress on peppered all over with little white daisies. She was almost bald but sitting on top of her head, forehead you know, on her forehead was this fried egg. Which I thought was really unusual. Because in New York City the ladies with the fried eggs on their heads don’t generally come out until September or October you know. Here was this lady this demented lady with a little fried egg on her head in the middle of July. God what a sight and ever, ever since I saw that lady not one day goes by that I don’t think of her and I say to myself “Oh God, don’t let me wake up tomorrow and want to put a fried egg on my head. Oh God. “Then I say real fast I say ” Oh God, If by chance I should wind up with a fried egg on my head cause sometimes you can’t help those things you know, you can’t. I say to myself “don’t let anybody notice. And then I say real fast after that, “if they do notice that I’m carrying something that, that’s not quite right and they want to talk about it, let ’em talk about it but don’t let ’em talk so I can hear I don’t want to hear it.” Cause the truth about fried eggs, you can call it a fried egg, you can call it anything you like, but everybody gets one, some people wear ’em on the outside, some people they wear ’em on the inside.”

You see everyone has a fried egg and as we grow we come to understand that the imperfections are what make us unique and add texture to our lives and to the world. University Planet Earth is full of folks doing their best to muddle through the classes they have signed on for. Some are over achievers arriving here with a bang, tackling all assignments with passion and gusto. Others arrive at the gates of Mother Earth perplexed at why bad things happen to good people making their lives miserable. From the moment they arrive they forget that they chose it all. Many arrive fully awake spiritually and embrace the changes and the challenges with tenacity and grit while conversely, others arrive just for the ride never adding anything useful to earth or its inhabitants.

The ultimate glue that binds all of us is that we are perfect even in our imperfections. We must come to embrace that if we can just love each other no matter how many fried eggs we are wearing, if we can just accept that everyone will have something and perhaps learn how to intermingle our something with their something in order to make a more perfect something, the world would know greater humanity. You will know greater peace the more people you embrace with genuine acceptance and…think of the great karma you are going to create in the process! A fried egg is a beautiful thing when you sprinkle a little love on it and serve it with a side of acceptance.


7 thoughts on “Fried Eggs

  1. Awesomely cool post Ariaa! Interesting analogy that truly hits the nail, or fried egg, on the head! Lol! The first thing I was thinking as I read this was “This is your brain on drugs” with the fried egg analogy of the 80’s catchphrase! lol!

    • Thanks so much Lisa~! So happy you liked it! I wish more could see that everyone has one and we just have to love each other ….scrabbled, fried or over easy ha ha! Merry Christmas to you and yours!

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