Scratch that itch!

The average human body is covered by about 20 square feet of skin. That makes up to about 2 square meters.

Funny, we never stop to think for a second before we vigorously scratch the heck out of it. Why would we?
Unless I have a history of an obsessive compulsive disorder running along my family lines, I know I wouldn’t blink before I’d scratch an itch. Nobody ever does. The itch stimulus and the scratch action are processes as linked to each other as the DNA coils that define our very existence.

Intu – mu – resting!
One would think.

Wait! Am I scribbling a bunch of bull-crap packed testimony on ways to scratch bodily itches?
HECK No!

Regular readers! You guessed it right! Mr Pain in the ass “Philosophical dimension” is back again. Well it’s my itch and forcing you to read through this is how I scratch it.

What is an itch?
Not technically. We all know how that ends.
An itch, on an emotional, paraphysical or a multi parallel level simply is an intelligence that impersonates an urge to express what’s underneath.

It’s a stimulus that something isn’t supposed to be around. It’s a signal that something needs to be scratched away. That there is a need for some action that would remove the cause or at least mitigate the itching. Well, had it been just the itch over the skin, literally the skin, in concern today, I’d be attending a homo erectus conference instead of scribbling this blog. Coz folks, come on! I don’t intend to put this on the world map.

Every one has emotions, but not everyone has emotional intelligence.

Consider this.
You feel like crying. A belch rumbles underneath your stomach. You almost taste acid in your mouth. Not an angel of God has balls to keep you from crying and letting the pain out. You’re just seconds away from scratching your emotional itch by weeping loud as heck.

But you don’t do it!

“Big boyz don’t cry”, that’s what we hear from within our guilty conscience and we helplessly move on. Little do we know that we never actually moved on but allowed that emotional itch to win over us.
The itch loiters around for a while, feeds on nutrients we provide to it in the form of baggage, past memories, guilt and self infliction. The suppressed itch, emotion, lingers over our skin undefeated long enough to grow into an infection that can no longer be scratched away. It spreads inside like a virus destined to cripple us to the core. Over the course of time, it floods our system with melancholy and we sit back in absolute despair wondering what the hell went wrong.

Looking back!
Had we reacted differently
“I feel like crying. I need to weep. Yeah I am going to do it”, and it comes running, smiling to us in a lightening bolt. Like a reflex, tears come rolling down and we weep like babies. A few hours pass by and to our amazement, the agony, the pain, the distress has been magically palliated. It feels like an analgesic slowly working our deranged mental sections. Ridding them off their pain. And we sleep the longest we ever have.
The morning after, things are back to normalcy. The sun shines with the same intensity. The glimmer in the sky reminds us that good’s still out there for us.

Isn’t this a better way to move on?
Arrest my case!

This was just one of the many many situations we let ourselves down by self repression.
Imagine. You get a thorn stuck in your shin. The doctor tells you it’s superficial and a slight prick would let it out. You refuse and let it stay to save yourself from that ‘slight prick’ the image of which has been multiplied to a thousand times dreadful than actual in your brain.
We make things complicated when sometimes all that’s needed from us is to let go and let out. We complain. We try. We push things. We only make it worse.

The next time you feel like crying, just let it out.
You have my word. You won’t run out of Sodium Chloride. Might as well end up throwing crap out of your body.

Some itches are meant to be scratched right away. They might embarrass you at that moment but you save yourself a lifetime of unrelenting guilt.
So scratch that itch.
It’s worth a shot! Ain’t it?