Ok, profanity warning here…but that shouldn’t be a surprise when it comes from me, the self-professed potty mouth.
I absolutely love doing fun shit. It’s that stupid, absolutely mindless stuff that’s the only purpose is to make me laugh. Like dancing in grocery stores, waving to every car that I pass, making up CIA-inspired mystery book storylines for people who live in my building. It’s silly, some might call it stupid, but it totally makes me laugh. It brings me some weird looks from people around me and some even weirder looks from my betrothed. Sometimes boys just don’t get fun shit.
Now, my kids, that’s a different story. I have shared some of their antics with you before, they enjoy a very special world together. Remember, my “kids” are adult women, and extremely independent. But they get fun shit.
It seems to me that as we get older, the ability to do fun shit gets harder and harder. It always makes me think of growing up and as much as I may not be a fan of Avril Lavigne’s music, her song “Here’s to Never Growing Up” has some merit.
What can be more important than laughter and smiles in our lives? For me, it’s right up there with red wine and dark chocolate. I can still remember how my stomach would hurt after a good old fun-shit session with my sisters and how I never wanted it to end. Sounds like that was a long time ago but it really was as recent as when we were all together last Christmas, taking inappropriate pictures and body-checking one another through doorways. And yes, I got the worst of the last activity. We just laughed. And we laughed some more until it was time to go home to our “normal” worlds.
I’m compelled here to say that I am a woman with a moral code and of a reasonable age. I hang in some very formal settings at times where one is expected to “behave” and no one can guess that I am a potty-mouth, fun-shit lover.
Wow, there’s that growing up again. Must be a gremlin or two somewhere in there for me to manage…
Here’s my truth on fun shit. When it comes to laughing, screw the moral codes and your age, or your status at work, or your place in the family. Screw whatever holds you back. As long as what you are doing isn’t offending or disrespecting you or anyone else, I say go for it. (Just check your local by-laws first.)
We work really hard all the time at our paid jobs, our community jobs, our family jobs. We spend most of our time taking the world, and ourselves, way too seriously.
When was the last time your stomach hurt from laughing? When was the last time you had to wipe the laughing tears away from running down your face?
When was the last time you gave yourself permission to do what makes you laugh, even though you are a grown-up?
How about you try it, BECAUSE you are a grown-up. Because grown-ups need shits and giggles too.
As I love to say…
Life is too short to be boring. So go fucking live it.
With lots of love,
