“Learn to poke fun at things without being mean. (Every once in a while—if it’s genuinely funny—it’s okay to be a little mean).”
—Paraphrased from every wise person worth their salt
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21 responses to “Musings”
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Humor is a necessity in life. One who has not exercised their sense of humor, at both the good things and the bad, has not truly lived.
(And fart jokes. Any person who does not find fart jokes funny is taking themselves way too seriously.)
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One cannot escape fart jokes when one has a son; it’s in the contract that fart jokes must be told.
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I think it’s also in the manual for boys that they must learn to make fart noises with their armpits. At one point I could make those same fart noises (I only had a brother and no sisters, most of the neighborhood kids in my age group were boys and I had more male friends than female friends in middle school, so one learns these things), but alas…when a lady gains weight in the arm region, it is no longer physically possible. I am not ashamed to admit that I am a grown woman and I still find farts funny.
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You bet!
Also, learn to accept the occasional poke aimed your direction. Most of the time the pokes are made in jest, even when they may be well deserved.
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Right! There’s a point where people can just be bullies and that’s definitely not cool (I feel like when you can’t immediately switch to a hug and an i love you then it’s getting too antagonistic) but being uptight waters down life.
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“Life is too important to be taken seriously.” Oscar Wilde. One of my life quotes.
I did that today at school, pretending to call Viola Swamp. Remember her? From Miss Nelson is Missing.
I often wonder about this thought. Laurel and Hardy are so funny and so politically incorrect. Many of those old movie stars played on black humor (humor that was sick) and it worked. It still works. Lots of modern movies follow in the steps of The 3 Stooges.
Butcher the sacred cow(s) and it’s a start. The trouble with an artistic/romantic approach to things requires a very Byronesque eye. The heart (or whatever) is broken, the sun will still come up. Neither God nor the IRS can kill you an eat you in broad daylight for having a sense of humor.
Kent Wayne 
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