This morning, I was looking over the emotions we’ve explored in recent months, and I made a curious observation. It seems that some of the negative feelings – like frustration, alarm, sadness, and fear – inspired more discussion than the pleasant ones – like happiness and joy. I’m not certain what that says about us as a community. Maybe we just find it easier to talk about things that scare us, anger us, torment us, and make us crazy. Maybe we find it comforting to know that we're not alone in feeling out of sorts on occasion.
Well, today, I’m feeling particularly silly. I’m not sure why exactly. Perhaps it’s because I’ve been working on a book proposal for two weeks straight, and my mind is frazzled. Whatever the reason, I’ve got silliness on the brain – and a giggle fit isn’t far away. Guess we all deserve to let loose sometimes – dance a jig, laugh uncontrollably, do something we wouldn’t normally do.
So, what’s the silliest thing you’ve ever done? What makes you feel giddy? Goofy? Ludicrous? Foolish? Absurd? Maybe even a little juvenile?
Messy babies?
Wacky dancers?
Crazy Halloween costumes?
What?
Authors, characters, and lurkers, too – feel free to share your silliest moments with the rest of us! Don't be shy - we're all friends here (well, at least most of us are).
24 comments:
The silliest thing? Hmm... Once, when I was little, I ran naked in a rainstorm, just to see what it felt like. It was fun but cold.
You did what?
Oh, shut up. *grins* I'll bet you've done lots of silly things.
Not me. I've always been pretty mature for my age.
Yeah, right.
Is being naked silly? If so, Aidan's silly on a regular basis.
Clothes are overrated. Just ask Bo.
The monkeys in the Wood are often silly and sometimes I join them, swinging through the trees. It's really fun. Swoosh! Swoosh! I can't help laughing out loud and when they imitate me I laugh even more.
I don't think being naked is inherently silly. It's all about context. Bo's nudity is often fraught with purpose, after all.
I agree, Jess. I used to enjoy swimming naked in my backyard pool in New Orleans, but I wouldn't say that was being silly.
Silly were the tickle fights between me and my late father. What a goof they were!
My mom and I were often silly together. We had tons of nicknames for each other... she called me Opie Goober a lot - and I called her Dopey the Clown. Don't ask me why - it's a long and complicated story.
We didn't have tickle fights - as far as I can remember - but we laughed a lot and danced around like idiots. I still behave like that on occasion (thanks, Mom!), and I've actually rubbed off on my hubby. Now, he's silly, too!
Like the time I was talking to my mom on the phone, and he came right up to me and licked my forehead. What a weirdo.
Does going to Walgreens in your pajamas for 2 ace bandages, masking tape, and candy count as silly? Cause I did that about half an hour ago.
If not then I really can't think of anything particularly silly I've done recently. I guess everyday at lunch is somewhat silly. My friends and I refer to each other by adopted organization names (everyone has selected a member of Organization 13 from Kingdom Hearts to be.) We joke around about it and I don't really know how to explain it, except that we all end up dying of laughter by the end of lunch.
Yaoi, I do believe that counts. Just picturing that makes me laugh.
Hi, Grandma! How're you doing? It's good to hear your "voice"!
I've been silly for most of my life. Just ask my mom. But the silliest thing? I'm not sure... does attempting to dress up my beagle in doll clothes (when he was a puppy) count?
Needless to say, Buddy wasn't pleased.
Doing stupid stuff was, pretty much, a way of life... before.
Jack and Chels and me - on the fire escape mooning at the altar boys, serving at mass, in St Brendan's was a favourite.
Throwing stones into the woods on Hampstead Common and running off was way more fun than "Knock! Knock! Ginger!" You ask Ginger!
I'm doing a lot of sitting on the bench of the island where this road meets the next avenue. You see lots, but you don't get bothered, there.
Arf! Nope. Not pleased. At all. Arf! Arf!
Sorry, Buddy. What can I say? I was a goofy kid.
So, Flower, when you say "mooning," do you mean staring at the altar boys with goo-goo eyes, or do you mean exposing your rump? 'Cause one is definitely sillier than the other.
P.S. Hi, Sam! How are you?
I was born sensible. Surrounded by brothers (three older and three younger) being sensible was a way of getting noticed.
We used to work on Circus skills together. Three of us were close in age. We stood on each other's shoulders and persuaded the next smallest to scale to the top of the three person tower. It didn't occur to us that we needed an exit strategy for him. Glad to report that he landed safely, on top of us, when the tower collapsed, everytime.
There'd be no fun in doing the gooey-eyed thing: Chelsea stared at Daniel McDonald that way all day every day. She thought it would make him notice her if she, make that we, dropped our kecks.
Timing was key, waiting for the three bits in the service where Father Rooney turned around, fast spin (dangerous on a fire escape) bums out. Way fun.
Phew! Glad to hear that, Elaine. Luckily, I only had two kids, so whenever Daryl and Sam tried to do the tower trick, Sam didn't have far to fall...
That's hilarious, Flower! I love a good moon.
Sorry. Not feeling very silly this week, I'm afraid. Rather sad, actually.
Perhaps its the rain.
I'm sorry to hear that, Ginger. I WAS feeling silly this week, but then a mean ol' hacker nearly destroyed my beloved computer - and the silly went right outta me!
P.S. Please tell your author I'll be in touch as soon as I can access my files again... sigh.
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