on your nature, and fighting/embracing your nature

with all the talk of "purpose" in llife, I am thinking about nature, our nature. I find myself embracing my nature, or trying to find what my nature wants, more and more. both in terms of my "spiritual" side as well as my "physical" side.

what do I mean by that?

for instance, I think that our bodies haved evolved to follow a certain diet, and trying to eat in a way that comes close to that makes us happier and fitter. on the other hand, our bodies enjoy certain foods, and whether they are healthy or not, endoulging in a little bit of extra that makes us happy isn't such a bad thing, in moderation.

our nature requires sex at a certain frequency. for our health as well as mental wellbeing, as well as for the wellbeing of our relationships, we should have sex within that framwork.

we have certain social requirements - to some extent driven by our natures - we evolved in a certain way, in a certain social enviorment, and we are comfortable in that enviroment, in many ways. we need friends, and we need a certain critical mass of friends with a limit to the size of the group we interact with.

differnt people need social status differently. some crave it, some less. as much as I don't like to admit it, I do require a certain level of social status, and enjoy having it much more than not having.


excersize - we evolved as very physical beings, and need excersize and movement, some of us require differnt types and different levels.


for years I fought this concept, and tried to escape my "nature". frankly, I like this approach better.

anybody else looking at it this way?

we should introduce our mothers, they sound like they have a lot in common

I don't think that you are right.

your mother sounds sophisticated, my mother can't figure out how to use email.

my mother isn't exactly evil - that is my mother in law. my mother has, however, turned into a really bitter woman.

true story - one of her last remaining friends invited my mother to lunch. apperently some shell fish got into their dish (the friend's) and she had a dramatic alergic reaction. the friend excused herself and rushed to the hospital, paying the bill but leaving my mother alone in the resteraunt to have to call a taxi to get her home. the taxi cost maybe 1/4 of the resteraunt bill. my mother was furious over the taxi bill - the friend took her, she should have dropped her back at home on her way to the emergency room. since the friend didn't offer to pay for the taxi, my mother dropper her relationship.