The Most Comfortable Place In The World Is Where You Feel At Home

People who are uncomfortable with themselves make me uncomfortable. 

I have this extensive value for raw/open/transparent/genuine/authentic relationships. To me, it is only when these traits are the main ingredients of a relationship that I am at home and, subsequently, consider myself in the presence of a friend. To me, a friendship is a place where apprehensions do not exist.

I like a home with a card-covered table; face-up, unprotected, unassuming cards. When this is not the case, I am apprehensive to make myself at home.

Perhaps the biggest flaw in my personality is that I tend to direct my efforts towards the real and away from the superficial1.  I have this fierce unspoken demand for authenticity from those I call "friend". My strict definition of lying bearing false-witness could drive anyone mad. And I am notably intolerant of the disingenuous. I want to be spared nothing. I am in it for the all-natural, organic, blemished, untreated, raw-state of the soul. 

Remember in the Garden? When Adam and Eve walked around naked? No reservations? I want that kind of comfortable. No hiding. No sparing each other. No worries. No shame. No self-preservation. Sheer comfort in facing what really exists, rather than what we'd prefer others to think exists....

footnotes:

1. Naturally, (because deep down we all know "real" is good and "fake" is bad) you read that and think "that is not a flaw". But let's be honest, considering how much more of the human population lives life in a perfunctory pattern, I am directing my efforts away from a considerable amount of people. Which we all know, isn't Christ-like. Thank God His Spirit takes over and is strong where I am weak. But that's a different post for a different day.