Said Oscar Wilde: “I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I am saying.”
I wonder, do you take yourself too seriously? Like, do you sit around and ponder the fate of the world and think that you will be the one who saves it and changes it for the better? That every word you say holds the weight of gold?
I do. TOTALLY.
In my head, I am usually wearing a crimson cape and with a raised fist. Often, I have a very serious look on my face, and a box of crayons in my lowered hand.
In case you haven’t noticed, I take myself seriously enough that I have A BLOG whereby I can share my brilliance, because where would the world be without me?
Well. Maybe not exactly, entirely.
Though I do like that this place has as its epicenter: ME…and I need an audience like a modern day court jester. Obviously.
That said, I have noticed an abundance of people who really and truly take themselves far too seriously. So seriously, in fact, that I enter a state of hysterical shock when I read what they have written. So seriously, in fact, that I have had to stop reading what they write. And let me tell you that since years, I continue to have regular, personal, in-the-flesh dealings with people who have every right to be full of themselves in this world, and yet they are not. When push comes to shove, they will make fun of themselves because they know it’s one of the only ways to keep their egos in check.
These other ones though, they’re fascinating creatures, no?
We all know at least one.
And if we know one, we know a few, because when they self-fellate, they want someone to hold their hair back and who better than someone for whom they can do the same?
They mobilize in packs (because normal people can’t stand them) and feed off of one another.
So what happens when we take ourselves too seriously? Most of the time, if not all of the time, where we refuse to genuinely laugh at ourselves, we instead lay the groundwork for others to laugh at us as they walk away. Even the nicest among them.
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Image thieved from NYPress(dot)com.
I am with Baby J!
“Self-fellate”. I love this like I love you for always making fun of yourself even when you’re more fucking interesting to listen to than 99% of the assholes out there. -lily
If I didn’t already ‘know’ you through two different platforms, the very fact that you recognize the difference between the two types of personalities would lead me to the conclusion that you are NOT one of the self-fellators. It is their self-Unawareness that makes them what they are – a legend in their own minds.
PS – You would look gorge in a red cape!
Oh, you would look gorge in anything!
And you make my day when you write things for that other place…keeping me from going on a killing spree…think of the lives you have saved that way
OMG! I take you seriously. And if I could self-fellate, I TOTALLY would. And if you can, I want proof.
Thank you, Janey. Love you and miss your beautiful face
Lilly. Thank you too!! xxo
KIMMER. You think? Should I have one made? I am thinking I really should…wear it while I am recapping Show. Thank you for your sweet comment. I hope I am never sef-fellating.
RADISH. But you do not have hands. How would you kill people?? Body check??
Rebecca — when I originally read your comment, I was drinking coffee and snorted it back up the wrong way. Thank you for the laugh. That said, I am sure there is a youtube video for ‘how to’
xxo