Yesterday I took my kids to the San Diego Zoo. Wonderful place, happy monkeys but what REALLY stood out for me was a misguided peacock strutting its stuff for a duck. The peacock made for a great photo op with its magnificent tail fanned out. It turned from side to side, it rattled its feathers, it strutted. The thousand eyes of Argus glittering in the sun telling tales of love and a promise of a "fruitful" future. I was stirred...But not the duck. The duck could have cared less. It sat there preening itself and ignoring the peacock. And in my mind, it is pretty damn hard to ignore THAT.
Something about this whole thing struck me and I am not really sure how- but I will try to define it here.
My thoughts went something like this-
Is this peacock into biracial relationships? Do peahens just not do it for him? Is this little brown duck a total slice of heaven in his mind? Does he like a challenge? Is he in a mid life crisis and is looking for something different? Is he feeling insecure about himself and wants to make sure he is still attractive to the opposite sex? Is he blind? Is he stupid? Is he drunk? WHAT is he doing?
I find myself thinking this about people sometimes. Like the 40 something guy that just walked into this here Starbucks. WHAT is with the hanging low pants that you have belted around the lower quadrant of your ass? A tight white thermal and orange high top Nikes. This is his way of peacocking- letting the chicks know he is hip, in shape and young at heart. Or that guy who for some reason thought it would make him more attractive to shape his eyebrows. He is already hot and managed to make himself less attractive by plucking his eyebrows.
Why is it that peahens don't have to strut THEIR stuff? I am bending over backwards trying to lose weight. I wouldn't mind marching in here wearing a tight white thermal and orange high tops and looking young, in shape AND hip. I'm sorry but no can do the low gangsta pants- but I could do with some eyebrow shaping....
There is a lady that comes in here every week wearing exactly the same thing. Brown slacks, a cropped black leather fitted jacket, shiny stripped heels with matching bracelet and a fedora cocked to one side. She has short brownish coppery hair and she must be about 70. The first few times I saw her I thought she looked good- now I just wonder if she ever wears anything else. But good for her for having an outfit that makes her feel good. Does she only have the one or does she have several that are the same? Does she ever mix it up?
We all want to be attractive. We all have our idea of what we think attractive is. I grew up thinking that I wasn't pretty unless I was skinny. After I had E. Coli and was emaciated I was told I never looked better. I have issues with food and am repelled by over eaters. Pre marriage and kids I was pretty good looking. Now, I don't even recognize myself. Having children destroyed my body to the point of no return without surgery. I want the surgery so badly it is kind of pathetic. But THAT won't happen unless I win the lottery or I yank a tooth and the tooth fairy leaves me 10K under my pillow because she feels sorry for me. I am a pretty fucked up peahen. Maybe I just long to be the peacock and obviously that ain't gonna happen. Does this make me transgendered? ha. I used to feel like a peacock sometimes- Now I mostly feel like the duck...but not one that would attract any peacock. That duck has something special goin' on. WHAT is its secret?
That peacock was SO beautiful, so vibrant and virile. The peacock symbolizes openness and acceptance. In Buddhism they are likened to "bodhisattvas" because they eat poisonous plants and "save" the medicinal plants for others. They don't seek to bring comfort upon themselves but on others. By taking all problems and suffering upon themselves, bodhisattvas are able to clear their mental blockages and develop their mind quickly, attaining "higher realization". I know, heavy stuff but hey- a peacock presented itself and in admiring it my mind went a' racing.
This wonderful fellow, this beautiful peacock went unnoticed by the very being it so longed to attract. What a let down.
I'm trying to figure out what can be learned from this. Though the duck ignored the peacock it still tried. I'm no ornithologist but I am pretty sure this is it's instinct. What is OUR instinct? Do we want to look good? If so then why does the lady who just walked in look the way she does? I'm sorry but a belly button ring does not look good on an exposed stomach hanging over bad camo capris. We all have our idea of what beauty is and the guy that she is with obviously thinks she looks sexy and awesome. And she thinks his mullet, bright yellow shirt and black leather vest is pretty stylin'. But in my mind they are two ducks..... right?
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Grandmother peacocking |
So I guess the question here is what is beauty? What works for the goose doesn't necessarily work for the gander? Or what works for the peacock doesn't necessarily work for the duck. If I were the duck I think I'd like the peacock. Maybe my problem is that I just need the beauty too much and I have no idea how to let go of it. I see my grandmother who got pretty much everything with her looks now essentially rotting her days away in bed as an old woman. At the age of about 65 she decided life wasn't worth living anymore and crawled into bed. She used to tell me that she would wake up happy then look in the mirror and her day would be ruined. She was NOT a duck. Her instinct was to be beautiful. To make men swoon. And they did. Even when she was old, men found her beautiful and desirable. People would tell me I had a hot grandma. And because her "colors" weren't as vibrant she hid under the covers.
So do we just paint our lives with brighter colors and use more prominent strokes? Is it possible to be a duck and still attract a peacock...obviously it is. Now THAT is the mystery. And as our colors DO fade how do we continue to feel like the peacock?