It's an undeniable aspect of life--we WILL get our heads stuck up our own asses, throughout the whole of it. 

You can see why it's not a comfortable place to be; not only is the position awkward, it's dark and smelly in there. 

Quite often, we won't be aware that our heads are up our asses, especially if we happen to be rather pleased with ourselves.  Narcissism may make it harder to smell our own shit, since we think our shit is so awesome. 

(When we think our shit is awesome, we may also talk shit--and in so doing, may be perceived as assholes.)

Anyone who thinks they can help someone else get their head out their ass is in for a struggle;  all that tugging is futile, and may result with the head of whoever the "rescuer" was trying to "assist" getting lodged further up there, and both parties may feel irritated. 

How can we tell if our head is up our ass?

-Do we feel uncomfortable?
-Does life feel shitty?
-Does everything stink?

All that discomfort may be due to our heads being up our asses. The world appears to be a shitty place b/c we are in a shitty place. 

Once we remove our own heads from our asses, we will feel less discomfort; it the world still appears to be shitty, it may due to clogged filters--let us get our shit out of our holes!  What we see, hear, smell, and taste will be affected if our filters are still full of shit.  

Internal dialogue may be much louder when our filters are clogged, too--and may be a handy alert that our filters need cleaning.  Having a hard time hearing people clearly and your hearing is just fine?  Check your shit.

(I was so disturbed at how pleased I was with myself the last time I stuck my head up my ass, that I went back up there again.  Needless to say, it didn't help, and it took me longer to perceive my reality more clearly. Thanks to my Pollyanna attitude, it took a longer time for me to see that I was depressed, and my filters were filthy with my own crap.) 

The sooner we learn to recognize our shit, the sooner we can get our heads out of our asses, and clean our filters, and enjoy less shitty interactions/experiences as we navigate through life. 

Remember, head-up-the-assery WILL happen;  berating one's self for having done so tends to return one's head back into one's ass.  

We can learn from our shit.  Flowers can grow from that shit. 

Flowers DO grow from that shit. 

Appreciate your shit.  It comes from you.  It has something to tell you about yourself. And when you have seen what it needed to show you, let that shit go.  Flush it.  There will always be more shit. 

I like flowers. :)