Why So Serious?

Dale's real inner clown

I am surrounded by negativity. Some comes from me (which can be managed on its own), some due to people I love who can't help their mental inabilities (and really it is part of their condition and can't help it), then there are the people who can help it, and allow it to eat them whole.

So, since my own negativity is my problem, and no one else, this post isn't about that. And since I am incapable of curing mental issues of my loved ones, this isn't about that either. What this is about, is people who know better, and aren't willing, or think they are strong enough to work on their negativity. This post is about you.

The reason I stated the negativity within myself, and from others who can't help it is that you understand that you are not alone in negativity. I won't go into all the details why I can be depressed (which has good reasons, and is not an imbalance), but I hate being negative.

I grew up with someone who is negative to the point where the idea of crushing their throat in your hands became a blissful dream of ending the calamity of their ignorance. Negativity is highly contagious. And with some people they can spread it fast. But with that said, I also grew up with a side of plucky, snarky, and goofy quarks. It was who I was. Which is why many people didn't take me serious. Half of it was because it was just me, the other half was my way of dealing with the negativity of that person. And not to mention another bane that was brought down on my family when I was young that still reverberates today. However, that goof side was a big part of who I was, and still sneaks out from time to time.

As a writer, being a goof helps keep the creative side of the brain thriving, so for me, negativity is very BAD, unless it is only temporary, and I use it to my advantage in a scene. In which case I need to write through it, and switch gears.

And as a writer, I understand not only how easy it is to become negative, but also how important it is to not let this control you.

You are a human being. Obviously no matter how much you or someone else might have told you, you are not perfect. We all make mistakes, we all have burdens, and we have suffered in some way. And a lot of us are barely comparable to a good person. Even if we want to be a good person.

Ah but you don't have a man, or woman, or a lot of money. Ever thought about being you? Being you doesn't mean you have to be rich, or have to have someone in your life. Sure those things help, but they are part of who we are. We should make ourselves happy before we can make someone else happy. After all that is attractive.

But, but, but, it's the end of the world—again. GOOD! That means your suffering is coming to an end :^P Seriously, everything ends. It might end today, it might end ten years from now. Life isn't about out-living the end, it is about living in the present and loving everything we can that we hold dear.

Okay, so I said earlier about my negativity, and yes that is my problem, but I am going to put money (all 57 cents of it) where my mouth is (yuck, that taste funny). Here is a little whacky humor:




Have a great day, and do something whacky! Just because you're an adult doesn't mean that you have to grow up completely.

An Assassination Attempt (Humor)

One day, an immigrant from Poland entered a New York City Police Precinct to report that his American wife was planning on killing him. The police officer on duty was intrigued by this, and he asked, “How sure are ya that she is gonna kill ya? Did she threaten to kill ya?”
“No”.
Replied the nervous immigrant.
“Did ya hear her tell someone else that she is gonna kill ya?”
“No.”
“Did someone tell ya that your wife is planning to kill ya?”
“No.”
“Then why did ya think she’s gonna kill ya?”
“Because I found a bottle on the dresser, I think she is going to poison me.”

He handed the police officer the suspected bottle. The officer took one look at the label on the bottle and started to laugh out loud.
The immigrant became indignant and said, “What’s so funny? Can’t you see the label says ‘Polish Remover’?”

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