WANTED: Deviation

Serious, tight pinched faces. You know the kind. The ones you just know are going to cringe. Cringe when you deviate from what seems proper. From the accepted. I have to confess, sometimes it’s fun to watch the look of surprise form on their faces. A look the splinters left, after the massive blockage is yanked out…*snickers just a little.

Have you ever had a moment where you catch yourself being overly serious? Yes, right? It’s so easy to get caught up in so called “adulting.” The fun gets sucked out of everything. Myself I’ve found it happening all too much. It slowly starts to creep up on me. My heart then nudges me. It starts to tell me to get my shit together. Hey you! It says to me. Yeah you! Are you sitting there wondering why you’re bored again? Why yes, yes I am…thanks for asking. Glad you pointed that I out, I reply.  And no, not out loud, to anyone that might be wondering. I was glad for the little bit of guidance. Someone needs to talk some sense into me when I’m making too much of it. Humor and fun are light, lessening the burden of overthinking. There is an exception though. If you have a bit of a dark devious side, then maybe some thinking is a good thing. The kind of humor that takes planning…wink wink.

Life can have a tendency to suck the life out of us. How funny is that, considering what the word “life” actually means. So I’ve been on this little quest. Trying to remind myself when I’m lost in the land of the cranky, to snap out of it. I’m big on choosing paths in life. I tend to believe that we have more choice available to us than we sometimes see. I want to optimize my options. And if I’m being too damn serious, then something has to change. The world is filled with seriousness. It’s just too much some days. My inner monster child starts to rebel. My humor starts to trickle and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.  And I really wouldn’t want to.

I took my sinister savage out for test drive. Dusted off the rust and gave myself a good kick in the arse reminder. Looking for a flash flood deluge, I opened the doors to let myself get swept away. Away from the over thinking, the carnage of too much mind rigidity, and remembered that I was in fact, in possession of a sense of humor. In possession of joy.

The ball started to roll. Downhill. Taking me with it, getting me some really great smiles from my daughter. She knows that look in my eye. The plans in motion twinkle. And then I divulged my plans. Picking at her while getting my fix. And sent off my email.

My daughter had missed a few days of school. I was getting the usual million emails and phone calls from the school notifying me. I replied;

“My daughter was abducted by aliens. Just kidding. She was absent on the 11th and 12th.” And off it went.

Am I not taking my parenting duties seriously? HA. I must not have been the time I signed “Nicki Minaj” on a permission slip either. Life is way too serious. This a drop in the bucket of examples. But the point is there. There are too many guidelines in this world. Blah blah blah is all I hear. The devil is in the details they say…

The element of surprise sweetens the pot. The eccentricities of life make it amazing. I can’t say enough about being creative with life. Dress it up. Dress it down. Hack life. I love giving it a reason to sit back and smile at me. Wondering, “where the hell did that come from?” It makes me giggle just a little more and lets me know that there’s so much more where that came from. Perhaps some secrets for telling another time…

S.Mallory

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