I’m a goofball by nature and I love to laugh. Count me in if there is silly humor to be found and don’t be surprised if someone refers to me as a big kid. I know that I inherited the humor from my Dad’s side, and to this day something kicks in whenever I feel sad emotions creep up. I usually can combat them by trying to cheer myself up. Any which way I can, I will try to pull myself out of the funk because I don’t like to feel down. I don’t like to fight and I don’t like to go to bed mad, with issues unresolved. I don’t feel at peace that way and I can count on it to wake up in the same manner. I like things to be resolved and I don’t like to hold on to negative energy. I like to let it pass through me instead of harboring it. Sometimes it helps and I manage to save myself, other times I crumble and the load is to heavy to be dismissed. It’s seldom, but it happens. Last night was such a moment and I needed a release. There was not one thing particular, but the overall burden that caught up with me and I fell asleep in tears. I woke the same way and shortly afterwards was right back wanting to cry. I had no time and got called into work early. I had to swallow my feelings. Later at work, I cried again, learning about the passing of Ryder, a Shiba Inu that I had closed into my heart. I hurt to learn about the news, for Ryder and for his humans that have to cope without him. I’m so sensitive to animals being hurt and passing, I struggle to see them on the side of the road as roadkill. My heart sinks and I feel sick to my core. There are times I would gladly lose anything just to help and change the faith of an animal. But this is not at all what this post was meant to be.
Life is tough and shit happens. Sorry for the language, but sometimes you just can’t call it anything else. What I meant to write about is that I think the world needs more laughter, and we need to take every change we can to find it and to laugh from the heart. This is where my goofball nature comes in and prevails most of the time. I like to laugh and I enjoy making others laugh. I think we had a good laugh and plain clean fun with my recent “All eyes on me” post where the pansies were staring back at me. Luckily many of you saw the same thing and even thought it was Ewoks staring back. Thank you for restoring my believe that I haven’t gone insane. Yet. Muahahahhahahahaaaaa, but I made a commitment to myself and to you that I would not only share my journey, my photography and inspirational pieces, but also bring more laughter to this blog in the hopes to make you smile. So here it goes, what better way to start the week and this Monday off as with a little humor….but be forewarned as I’m seeing things again.
On the lines of Ewoks and Star Wars you might know the “caretakers” and “Porgs” from the last movie. Personally, (remember that I like silly humor) they were my favorites and made me laugh out loud. I loved the scenes with the Porgs and the caretakers, so it shouldn’t surprise you that I got a stuffed Porg for Christmas. It’s actually a dog toy, but who cares? I actually would have to fight the dog for that toy and I would put my own scent on in to mark it as mine. Don’t ask where that came from, I actually don’t know and don’t want to further contemplate on how exactly I would do just that. Back to the story. I love to rub the Porgs belly since there is some sort of parchment paper underneath the fur and it makes the comforting sound of rice paper for me.??????? Another unexplained phenomenon, I’m not sure if it triggers some kind of memory or where it comes from and why.
I decided to bring the Porg along for a hike the other day. En Route to the destination, I sat him onto the dashboard in the Jeep. Every once in awhile I’d grab him and rub his belly to make the comforting sound. Instead of being happy that the little Porg got to go for a ride, he seemed rather ungrateful. No matter how I situated him on the dashboard and what I did, why did he always appeared to be giving me the finger? You see it right? Come on, you can’t leave me hanging now, you stuck with me through the pansies, you surely must see the Porg flipping me off. As of now, his future is uncertain and he is under house arrest if he can’t behave in public.