Hiking In Neon Crotchless Fishnet Bodystockings Should be Mandatory Therapy for the Fearful Among us - a PictorialAugust 18th, 2008
by Zoe Brock
MARIN COUNTY, CA-
I’m going to Burning Man this year.
Ten days in the dust and the wind and the heat and the cold and the chaos. Ten days of thumping base and lunacy and love. Ten days of…. I have no idea what.
Many conflicting words and feelings spring to mind- solitude, isolation, adventure, companionship, evolution, degeneration, transcendence, freedom, inhibition, self-consciousness, self-expression… the list goes on.
I’m a Burning man virgin and (due to a recent compulsion to drive myself completely mad) over the last few weeks my excitement levels have waxed, waned, teetered, tottered, disappeared entirely into a pit of anxious fear and then returned, tentatively, dressed up as clowns and hookers.
Perhaps I need to explain…
Several years ago I had a depression that almost beat me. It’s a long and arduous tale and something I try to make light of as much as possible even if the residue is sometimes sticky and dark. The illness changed me. When the hopelessness receded I was a nicer, more empathetic and gentle person, but I was also more timid, I had become frightened of putting myself in situations that I would once have embraced without caution. Now I sometimes have The Fear. Adventures that I would never have thought twice about have become things I have to consider. Plans have to be made, things have to be clear and understood and there is little room for spontaneity in case I am ill-equipped to cope.
Or so I imagine.
So I let myself believe.
At some point in the last few months my Burning Man adventure turned dark. The Fear crept into me and the over-thinking began. I rationalized my over-thinking as ‘being responsible’ and, as a consequence, thought longer and harder about the myriad possibilities for disaster and became more and more tormented. Should I go? Could I go? Where will I camp? What about this? What about that? But, but, but……..
A few days ago I decided to put a stop to it.
A wise woman I know gave me the gift of a beautiful and clear metaphor “…If you were planning a trip to, say… Thailand… would you spend the whole time worrying about getting home safe? Or would you just go and enjoy the adventure?”
The answer was easy and it applies to everything in my life. My love, my work, my creativity, my soul.
In the last year, despite my worried efforts, locks and bolts (or perhaps because of them) The Fear has crept with insidious stealth through the bedroom window of my heart and left a big steamy poo on the fluffy white flokati rug of my soul.
It’s time to clean it up.
How do you clean up a metaphorical dump on an imaginary carpet?
Why that’s simple, boys and girls, you just… relax.
And so I went to Shmoo’s house.
And together we went hiking up Mount Tam in Marin County… in our Burning Man outfits.
What follows is a pictorial of our adventures. I hope you enjoy.
THE DAY SHMOO AND LADY BANDIT CLIMBED A MOUNTAIN AND LET IT ALL HANG OUT. A NINE STEP PROGRAM WITH GUARANTEED RESULTS-
STEP ONE. Find the perfect hiking outfit. Take your time. Be adventurous.
STEP TWO. Get in the car and put on some thumping beats.
STEP THREE. Get thee to a place with really big trees….
… and beautiful trails.
STEP FOUR. Look at the magic that surrounds you.
Soak it up.
STEP FIVE. After an hour of happy meandering reach the bottom of the trail. Think “that was easy!” and sit down for a minute….
… then start to climb back up.
STEP SIX. Stop a lot to catch your breath. Feel free to use the excuse ‘I’m just looking at the view’, it is, after all, a really nice view. It’s hard to see views if you’re always climbing up and puffing a lot.
STEP SEVEN. Admire yourself along the way. You’re doing good!
(Even if you are feeling like an old lady with lungs the size of pine nuts).
STEP EIGHT. Get to the top. Realize that for all your huffing and puffing and sweating and wondering if you were going to make it…. that you actually did. Celebrate it.
STEP NINE. Keep on walking. One foot in front of the other. Alone or together. On different paths or shared tracks. In bare legs or crotchless fishnet stockings…. just keep on walking.
It’s good for you.
But always remember this cautionary word from your sponsor.
When trees attack…
… just hug them.
THE END. x
Zoë Brock is six-feet of fairy with the self-confidence of a warty toad. Zoë writes for this site in between posing for money and arguing with people. She has just learned how to make coconut ice-cream with chocolate chunks and doesn’t want to share any. She also wants to know ‘when was the last time you dressed up in something completely silly and went out in public?’ Please feel free to go berserk in the comment section below. Everyone else does…