Silly Goose

There’s lots of things one might aspire to be in life – but one thing not many people put on that list is: SILLY. Which is…a….damn…. Shame (yes. With a capital S).

There’s a certain demanded seriousness to life that’s always kind of rubbed me the wrong way. Sure. I can be focused, and all business and professional when it is called for. Sure. I can be toned down and serious and solemn when need be. But my natural modus operandi is silly. I’m a rebel that way.

There’s one thing I’ve always learned – no one is going to take you seriously if you take yourself too serious. You lose the feeling of being a ‘real‘ person when all you show is a carefully poised exterior.

So I’ll always be the one to carve into inappropriate topics at work and make my colleagues laugh (and blush). I dive into ball pits at McDonald’s. I eat silly colored foods with all the maximum amounts of sprinkles and I drive my shopcart through the store like it’s a train. It doesn’t matter that I’m over 30. #IdowhatIwant.

For instance: I was on a Poke-walk late yesterday afternoon when I took a different turn than usual (because I spotted a pokestop I hadn’t visited before). This new road took me right up next to a little park with a small group of trees and a HUGE (I kid you not, mountainsized) pile of raked leaves.

And I just….

Had….

To jump into it.

I stood next to the pile, spread my arms and just let myself drop backwards into this pile. It was awesome (even though I ended up with twigs entangled in my curls and bits and crunchy pieces in crevices that I’d rather not have them…). I think I lay there for a good 5 minutes giggling. Playing Pokemon on my phone. Smelling the intense Autumn aroma of slightly soggy leaves and just – being. The older couple walking by had the biggest smiles when they moved past my weird self. It was great.

All throughout my life I’ve never really cared why people laugh – as long as they do. Whether they’re laughing with me or at me is of no importance. I thrive on smiles. And I have all the silly in me to make them happen.

It’s one of the things I loved most about my previous relationship. That silliness was not only accepted but appreciated. And it’s the type of thing I will from now on always actively look for in partners.

I’ve been with the type of guys who used to frown when their grown-ass girlfriend saw a seesaw and DEMANDED to get on it together. Been with the guys who look away in embarrassment when I procure the fluffiest of IKEA sharks in a store and proceed to photograph said shark in compromising positions. Not that that’d ever stop me. Behaving like a sane person never suited me. It looks off when I act all normal. The world knows better.

All I’ve ever learned up til this point is that acceptance is the highest goal in (romantic) life. I want the guy who’ll grab my hand and skip down the road WITH me (I friggin love skipping) even though we’re middle aged people and folk are staring.

I mean – I bounce around the softbal field every now and then and that usually ends with confused looks and even the younger guys shaking their heads in that ‘omg there she goes again, what the HELL is she doing‘ fashion. (Which, as per fucking usual, doesn’t stop me in the slightest). Doesn’t take away from the fun of it in the least (pfew!).

But no. IF and WHEN I do get my ass back on the market and find me a lover – they’re going to (have to) accept all the silly that’s in me. They’re going to spread their arms and (attempt to) catch me when I run up to them American romcom fashion and jump in their arms, even though I’m way too heavy for such things and will possibly crush them. They WILL allow me to buy tiny little marshmallows to decorate the whipped cream with on the pancakes they’ll have to bake me (since I am incapable of making them myselves). They’ll love all those parts about me that all the serious people furl their brows at, while secretly wishing they hadn’t horrendously murdered their inner child years prior.

And I’ll be sure to put a smile on their face every single silly day. Up until I’m a granny who dies her cotton candy hairdo an actual pink, in those Bigfoot slippers and a Hugh Hefner robe – throwing popcorn at the nursing home nurses while commenting on the other grannies in the voice of those two grumpy Muppets on the balcony. Epic.

Now if you’ll excuse me – there’s a playground about a 15 minute walk away that I used to drive past on the way to my ex – with one of those pully-platforms over a small pond that I always vowed to one day play on. Today shall be the day that I conquer that pully bridge. Or freeze to death in a pond in november when I inevitablyfall in cause I’m a clumsy fuck. At least that’s a sufficiently silly way to go!

66 thoughts on “Silly Goose

    1. You know, my man is totally like this!!! He made me realize that I take myself too seriously and made me remember how much fun it is to be silly!!! He wants to be roasted by his friends for our wedding in 2 weeks!

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  1. This right here:

    “All throughout my life I’ve never really cared why people laugh – as long as they do. Whether they’re laughing with me or at me is of no importance. I thrive on smiles. And I have all the silly in me to make them happen.”

    I tell people all the time, “I’m a big kid”, that’s expressed up front. If I find that they’re not capable of enjoying and loving that part of me, there’s no reason for us to even try. I think people should not have to reduce their sense of self to be with someone. We are whole human beings, capable of having many characteristics and qualities. We deserve partners who will love and appreciate us for who we are.

    Right on you! Enjoy every silly moment!

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  2. Life isn’t worth living if you can’t have fun adventures. Keep being a silly goose. The world needs more of them. The older couple probably would have jumped into the leaves with you except for their bad knees. Trust me I know. Once you get down, it’s hard to get back up again.

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  3. Being silly/finding humor has been the key to managing my illnesses and my marriage of 16+ years. G and I constantly fart in front of each other, say “come look at this disgusting or questionable thing” (usially a dookie that’s impressive or funny looking), or quoting things that we know will make each other laugh. Porta potty names like “A flush away” or “Got to go” are a few of our favorites πŸ˜‚

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  4. What’s that fuzzy thing in your left hand? I’m not sure if it’s cute or something evil… It’s still a silly picture… Guess I’m trying to categorize which kind of silly. >_> which is silly in itself. (Where am I going with this comment?)

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  5. Wow lady, you’re sexy. Holy smokes. You’ll find him! You will. Wait – so you jumped into a pile of leaves when you were out and about alone? That makes it so much better. I adore this gif of a dog jumping in leaves. I stared at it for a bit because I love dogs and it just makes me happy. πŸ˜†πŸ˜ƒ

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    1. I love how you can connect the word sexy to a pic with a bathmat cape, lightshade crown and owl-overdose weirdness πŸ₯°πŸ”₯

      And the gif is actually just one shot from a video of that dog jumping into that pile, running through it, jumping out that lasts a good long while. Instant cheer-up material!

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      1. Haha! Well to each their own. I mean, I like comedienne silly brunettes with nice figures. ;). Cute sandals as well. Yes I downloaded the dog and sent if to my Ma lmao 😁

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  6. This Makes
    me Happy
    Silly Is
    Another
    Word For
    Authentic
    Fun When
    Play is Lost
    Our Child Dies
    Go! Go! Go!
    Play…
    Find
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    Flag’
    Free
    All Fear
    Haha i used
    To Post Underwear
    Photos on Facebook
    Not unlike my
    Blog
    All
    i Wear
    Is Stars
    Now Yes
    And the
    Only Face
    Book FRiEnDS
    Left Thank

    God

    Are Real

    Devise Your

    Own Litmus

    Test to Filter

    Out Who’s True😁

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  7. 🀣 that picture is ridiculous.

    “pully-platforms” hahahhaa! I know what you mean though. I loved those too!

    I honestly can’t believe you had a boyfriend who frowned at the idea of a simple see-saw! That’s so tame though lol. Anyway great idea to make silliness a dating requirement πŸ‘.

    I often have people staring at me in public too. I do press-ups in random places as I need the dopamine boost xD. I also purposefully under-dress to make press-ups a survival necessity πŸ˜….

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  8. You go away and change into a giraffe for five minutes and all this happens…
    (Well, maybe more than 5 minutes)
    πŸ¦’
    Is that a fascinator on your head? Until I saw a friend wearing one, I didn’t even know what a fascinator was (and my description… “like a cross between a hat and a construction site”… isn’t helpful to anybody).

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