Naked And Sinful

On early morning Friday, I was naked. How it all happened, I am about to narrate now. No, I did not suddenly become a pervert and enrolled in a shirtless and pantless club, like they have in the states. But it was one morning—-about nine o’ clock in the morning approximately—-when the main street just beyond our northern fence was still silent from occasional passersby and the vehicles that used to pass there were still intermittent. And so there was a general silencing of the air around our vicinity, so heavy like a spread-out giant cloth shrouding the whole area.

My body felt so warm all over that morning—-too warm in fact that bristles of sweat appeared on my skin like a constant rain from the sky. I then desired water immediately, fresh and cool water that would be poured all over me. I imagine the Niagara Falls and I wanted to dive in it, like a thirsty fish into the water.

I grabbed a towel hanging from a nail hammered into a wall near the kitchen and went straight into the bathroom. I took off my clothes and opened the faucets. The water gushed in and my mind was cooled after hearing the sound of the rushing water. But my body was yet to follow. I went to scour for the usual soap and shampoo to be applied on my tempering body but alas I found nothing there. I opened the bathroom’s door once again and immediately climbed the stairs towards the bedroom on the second floor; to look for a fresh new pack of soap. On the corner of the room were groceries that were yet unpacked from the plastic bags that usually carry them and I unearthed a new pack of soap from it. I have always adored the smell of brand new soaps that are newly-opened from their nifty carton box containers, their fragrance so fresh and virginal, like a wildflower in the jungle. And their contour feels so smooth and silky in the hands.

I traveled the stairs downward towards the gushing water that had awaited me and I suddenly realized that I forgot to put on the towel back on my waist when I left the bathroom. I was actually naked navigating the distance from the bathroom towards the bedroom upstairs. Good thing I was alone at home at that time, or almost alone because my two younger kids were watching cartoon shows on the living room just a few steps away and if they had noticed me, they would have surely teased me and mocked me to no end, for being a pantless and shirtless dad at home. Luckily a dividing wall left me unnoticed from there. But what if the maids had suddenly blurted in ( as they were outside at that time doing chores I am not particular of at that time) and see the compromising situation I had then or if some passersby would suddenly gave a very keen gaze towards our house, looking through jalousies and from glass walls in the northern segment. Those glass walls are not too dependable as cover from outside views, that if the cortinas weren’t as neatly placed that particular morning, anyone could have easily notice a grownup guy navigating the stairs naked, with no covering whatsoever on his. But luckily, population on the streets just outside us wasn’t yet as abundant (as what could be often when afternoon comes) that I got away being naked on open spaces and not being stared at. You know what people think of grown up men being naked while not alone, or not in a private situation like in a bedroom or the bathroom. They would surely have some strange ideas about me.

I finally poured water on my head and down towards my whole body, to quell the steady heat that had affected me that one Friday morning. While I was feeling the water enveloping me that moment, I was thinking a little deeply, when I was supposedly be humming or even vocalizing a Sinatra tune, as I am wont to do sometimes when I am in the bathroom.

I was thinking that it wasn’t really usual for me to be suddenly absentminded and be ever naked in opener spaces, walking upstairs and not be so aware of my nakedness. I just forgot that I had no shirt or pants on—-for this one time only. And that was enough for me to deliberate this unusual situation. I’ve never been naked before except in the bathroom or in the bedroom. Perhaps when I was so little, I would have been naked, walking around the house and not be mindful about it. But as a grownup, I never was. Until that Friday morning.

We are well aware that crazy people—-or some crazy people—-goes naked even in the streets and not be so mindful about it. I became worried a little for thinking about this between nakedness and insanity. I just have to reassure myself that for certain, I could not be crazy as that.

Aside from insanity, what came to my mind at that time were the idea of Adam and Eve and the fact of sin, or of original sin. Maybe Adam was comfortably numb about his nakedness when he and Eve were still legitimately habituating the Garden of Eden, unperturbed by observers and onlookers. Perhaps nakedness could be summed up by sinlessness that before that momentous moment when Eve had grabbed that sinful apple, sin was still inexistent and nakedness is not an issue yet. But when finally Adam (and Eve) had bitten a chockfull of that silly apple, sin finally became a first time incident, and nakedness became finally shameful and Adam had to cover himself for fear of being seen naked and unrobed, outside the Garden of Eden. Whereas before, he wasn’t perturbed by such nakedness.

Did I felt sinless? Did I feel sinless that Friday morning that I was mindless and somehow feeling comfortable with myself while being naked like Adam was in the Garden of Eden? Oh, I’d really like to think that way. We all want to be sinless and of without fault, don’t we all?

But sadly, the reality is I am of sin—-many of them in fact—-and in matters of fault, I have scores of them. Therefore I am or was unlike Adam in the Garden of Eden, being naked and loving it.

I was just a little absent-minded that warm and humid Friday morning that I became naked for some moments…when I should not have been.