Naked and Afraid and Nutty Oh My!

thI’m sitting this evening, watching this wonderfully entertaining — and wonderfully stupid — show that puts together one naked male and one naked female and dumps them into some exotic jungle and says see ya in 21 days.

There are plenty of reality shows on the telly to entertain the simplest mind. I suppose this is what American TV has come down to these days. But back to this reality show. There is always a ton of ego involved in this survival.

There’s also a lot of bone-headed ideas.

Some of the couples start off on the right foot together, and others don’t like each other from the get go. Being stuck with another naked person for three weeks can test anyone’s patience. She may be a tattooed beauty, he may be a muscled god, but when it comes down to it, their pre-conceived notions of each other never really disappear. They merely…adapt.

She wants to be an individual, he wants to be the alpha. He’s usually aggressive in one way or another, she gets pissed of and keeps to herself. She wants to catch crab, he wants to eat the dangerous sea snake. She wants to fix the shelter so it doesn’t leak, he wants to cut down trees in the hope there’s coconuts with milk in them. They go in with no food, (what? I thought there were McDonalds everywhere!) no fire, no weapons, and have to fend for themselves.  They eat termites and crabs and snakes and put up with storms, flooding, insects, sunburn, infection, diarrhea, alligators, sweat, dehydration, starvation, thorns, all kinds of things. They are tapping out after Day 5, Day 11, crying, praying, crabbing, mumbling, overwhelmed by the sheer primativeness of it all.

And I wonder — why?

I know there is a whole psyche nation that has to prove to themselves that they have “what it takes.” Whether its climbing Mt. Everest or kayaking down the Amazon or entering a triathlon, there is some height we all want to reach. Some person we want to become. Some goal want to achieve. And there’s nothing wrong with that.

But I watch these two people knocking around, tired of everything the other person says or does, starving, sweating, swearing, doing their best to survive 21 days without killing each other.

Is this proving your worth?

I suppose I am on the wrong side of town to really appreciate the sacrifices people make to prove something to themselves. I have never been overly ambitious, overly demanding, overly aggressive. I have also always been overly honest. I know what I can do and what I can’t. What I can do if I’d just work harder, what I’ll never be able to do.

I suppose that also means I’ll never know the complete satisfaction of overcoming incredible odds to do something few others have. And I don’t mean overcoming cancer or things like that. I mean going, doing something exciting and different and life-changing. Part of me feels bad about that, because, like all human beings, I want to be special. I want to be remembered. I want to be unique.

Somehow I just don’t think eating termites is the way to do it.

6 thoughts on “Naked and Afraid and Nutty Oh My!

  1. I do so believe in the second part of your statement — politicians can barely survive a night without secret service taking care of their every whim. But that’s another stew pot. I know “I” wouldn’t survive Survivor/Naked and Afraid, but then again, I’m the first to admit I’m a wimp. But it does say a lot about male vs. female, rich vs. poor, etc. A mess I’d rather avoid.


  2. Of the reality shows (and there really are too many), I am still a disciple of “Survivor” because it gives us some small insight into society and how we interact. Not only male vs. female but young vs. old, strong vs. beautiful vs. intelligent, poor vs. rich, etc. I can only speculate how a 62 year old overweight male like myself might fare on Survivor. (as far as “naked and afraid” — well don’t even go there). A friend of mine and I recently speculated that perhaps all presidential candidates should first have to compete on Survivor. A way to bring out the true person behind the candidate. Food for thought.


  3. You have made my day! I will have to check out your friend’s blog, too. I feel like my life is similar to those gnarled, intertwined roots. Always going somewhere, never on the straight and narrow, yet still making all around me stronger. All without eating termites!

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  4. In her blog today, Pat Cegan had some interesting insights about life. Looking at her accompanying picture, I told her, “The gnarled trunks hinting at intertwined roots are perfect for your word images. Yes, learning and unlearning- believing and questioning- wisdom and ignorance – that’s life.” It doesn’t have to be naked as a quarrelsome twosome on a desert island. We all face those challenges right here on our own turf, on both sides of the “tracks.” We can stand strong in our gnarled interdependence wherever we are! No need to prove anything. We don’t have to eat termites to initiate survival! Just put one foot after the other and keep moving. Your life matters. Yes, our American telly shows are nutty! Great fodder for blogs! Keep on sharing. I love reading your humor and tongue-in-cheek sarcasm.


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