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Bum-lookers and Navel-gazers: Cheeky Monkeys, All? -- Invitation to Write #75

For Writers:

The English language must be female, for I will never fully understand her mystery, her beauty, her illogic.

Mike Myer's art-drawing, bath-loving Saturday Night Live character Simon taught us that a "bum-looker" is someone that likes to catch a peek at a person's bare bottom. Fair enough. So, what is a "navel-gazer"? Wouldn't it follow that a navel-gazer is someone that likes to, oh, I don't know, look at Britney Spears' midsection?

Navel-gazing, as it turns out, refers to people that like to look at their own navels, not the navels of their neighbors. The Greeks, with their far superior language, called the practice Omphaloskepsis, and it used to refer to people trying to enter a meditative state -- by looking in, finding center, etc. Now, apparently, the term has taken on more of an intentionally narcissistic connotation -- folks that are too self-absorbed with themselves (and their own navels) to notice anyone else.

So the million-dollar question. Are you a bum-looker (someone more interested in others), or are you a navel-gazer (someone more interested in yourself)?

"At bottom every man knows well enough that he is a unique being, only once on this earth; and by no extraordinary chance will such a marvelously picturesque piece of diversity in unity as he is, ever be put together a second time." -- Friedrich Nietzsche


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