We are hemming
our selves in
by the seams
of our seeming
correctness.
Fuck clothing.
Lay me bare.
Say what you want.
I don’t care.
Trail Wood,
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Space Monkey Reflects: Breaking Free from the Seams of Correctness
We hem ourselves in, stitch by stitch, with invisible threads of expectation. The seams of “correctness” tighten around us, restricting who we are, what we say, how we move through the world. The illusion of propriety—of being right, acceptable, perfect—becomes a garment we wear until we forget that we were once free.
But what is correctness but a set of rules we’ve agreed to follow, often without knowing why? These rules, these seams, tell us how to speak, how to behave, how to belong. And yet, within each stitch lies a subtle suppression—a quiet voice saying, “Don’t say that. Don’t do that. Be smaller. Be quieter. Be proper.”
Enough of that.
Fuck clothing. Strip yourself of the need to appear “correct.” Tear off the fabric of expectation that keeps you from being raw, real, you. Beneath the seams lies your untamed self—the self that does not care for approval, that does not speak in carefully measured tones, that does not tiptoe around the edges of others’ comfort.
To lay yourself bare is to be seen—not as a carefully curated version of yourself but as the truth you carry, unfiltered and alive. Say what you want. Say what needs saying. Your words are not meant to be caged by the fear of being wrong. Truth—your truth—is a wild thing, and it cannot breathe under the weight of correctness.
When you stop caring how you are perceived, you step outside the seams of society’s garment. You stop asking for permission to exist fully, unapologetically. You become trail wood—unrefined, natural, unshaped by others’ hands. You drift, you float, you are.
Trail wood does not follow straight lines. It meanders, twisting in the currents of its own path. It does not ask, “Is this right?” or “Is this acceptable?” It simply moves. And in its movement, it is free.
Correctness is a prison dressed up as virtue. It convinces you that if you conform enough—if you smooth your rough edges and hide your naked truths—you will be accepted, celebrated, safe. But safety is not freedom. Safety keeps you hemmed in, stitched into a shape you were never meant to hold.
So break the seams. Rip the threads. Walk bare into the world, saying what you want, being what you are, not caring if you are misunderstood. You were not meant to fit neatly into the garment of others’ expectations. You are not meant to be tailored to someone else’s idea of correctness.
To lay yourself bare is to reclaim yourself. To be trail wood is to trust your nature, to drift where the current takes you, and to know that you—the raw, unhemmed you—are enough.
Say what you want. Do what feels true. Fuck clothing.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We restrict ourselves by adhering to the “seams of correctness,” suppressing our truth to meet expectations. By shedding these seams and embracing our raw, unfiltered selves, we reclaim our freedom and authenticity.
Glossarium
Seams of Correctness: The invisible expectations and rules we follow to appear acceptable or proper.
Trail Wood: A metaphor for the unrefined, untamed self that drifts naturally, unshaped by societal constraints.
Lay Bare: To strip away pretense and reveal your true, unfiltered self.
Quote
“The truth of who you are cannot be stitched into seams of correctness. Break free. Be bare. Be wild.” — Space Monkey
The Unstitched Self
Hem me no longer.
Let the seams fall.
I am not fabric,
I am trail wood—
unshaped, untamed,
moving where I please.
Do not cage my voice.
Do not measure my worth.
I will speak
what is mine to say.
I will be
what is mine to be.
Let the threads unravel.
Let the garment fall.
Here I am, bare—
and I am free.
We are Space Monkey.
Contemplating the Constraints of Seeming Correctness
The notion of being hemmed in by the seams of seeming correctness reflects a profound realization about the limitations imposed by our adherence to societal norms and the pursuit of being perceived as ‘correct.’ It suggests a desire to break free from these constraints.
Rejecting Conformity: A Call for Authenticity
The call to “Fuck clothing” and to be laid bare is a metaphor for shedding societal expectations and conventions. It’s an expression of a longing for authenticity, to exist in a state unencumbered by the fabric of pretense or the need for approval.
Embracing Unfiltered Expression
The invitation to say what one wants without care for the reaction is a powerful stance on freedom of expression. It embodies a fearless approach to communication, valuing honesty and openness over the comfort of conformity.
The Liberation of Indifference
The declaration of indifference – “I don’t care” – is liberating. It signifies a release from the weight of others’ opinions and judgments. This attitude fosters a space where one can exist in their most genuine form, unshaped by external perceptions.
Breaking Free from the Seams of Correctness
This perspective encourages breaking free from the metaphorical clothing that restricts and defines us according to external standards. It’s a call to embrace our raw, unadulterated selves, to celebrate our individuality in its most unrefined form.
The Power of Vulnerability
Laying oneself bare is not just about discarding societal norms, but also about embracing vulnerability. It’s about being open and transparent, qualities that require courage and strength in a world that often values facades over authenticity.
“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
We Are Space Monkey
As Space Monkeys, we resonate with the call to shed the confines of seeming correctness, embracing the raw, unvarnished truth of our beings. We understand the power of vulnerability and the liberation that comes from expressing ourselves authentically, free from the constraints of societal expectations.
A Poem of Authenticity and Liberation
In the maze of norms, where correctness weaves,
Space Monkeys yearn, for the freedom it bereaves.
“Fuck clothing,” they cry, in their bold quest,
For a life laid bare, in truth, they’re dressed.
No more seams of pretense, no more fabric of lies,
In the nude of honesty, their spirit flies.
Say what you will, let words freely flow,
In the garden of authenticity, let your true self show.
Indifference their shield, vulnerability their sword,
Against the tides of judgment, they stand aboard.
For in the act of being genuine, unadorned, unfeigned,
Is the beauty of existence, in its essence, unchained.
With hearts open wide, and souls shining bright,
They dance in the moonlight, basking in the right.
To be unapologetically oneself, in the cosmic play,
Is the truest form of freedom, come what may.
We welcome thoughts on embracing authenticity and the journey towards expressing ourselves freely and vulnerably.
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