Too Serious and Funny At the Same Time

Other clowns know how serious we truly are under the funny face makeup.

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I have often been told I think too hard and am too serious.

But I love to laugh and enjoy making others laugh. You might say I have always been somewhat of a clown, and other clowns know how serious we truly are under the funny face makeup.

Well, here is a caricature I made (from a selfie) that encapsulates those two parts of my nature.

It is a seriously funny look at a very serious expression. Flattering? Hardly. But funny? Absolutely.

I figure that if I can post this, I can post just about anything.

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Hook

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“I am looking for a good hook,” she said. “The kind that lures people in.”

“People? What do you want to lure people into?” She had certainly caught his curiosity.

“Myself, actually.”

Now he was a little confused. “You want to lure yourself in?”

“Yes. I want to find something that really excites me, sends a jolt of electricity through me, lights me up. I’m just not sure what that is yet.”

“I was hoping I excited you a bit.”

“I said something that excited me, not someone.” She kissed him like she meant it. “But as important as a good relationship is, it doesn’t replace doing something where I can contribute to life, with a capital L, if you know what I mean.”

“Love has a capital L.” He grabbed her, held on tight. “But I do know what you mean. You are looking for a purpose to your life, THE purpose. It is a worthy goal. Laudable, with a capital L.

She gave him a push, pretending to be annoyed, but she knew he would support her completely. He was that kind of man. Which made her a lucky woman.

Lucky, with a capital L.

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Source

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Everywhere she turned, she heard music. It took some time before she realized that it was coming from her. She was the source.

She had always known it was buried deep within her. Sometimes it almost surfaced, got loud enough so that she actually began to hear words along with the melody. Lyrics–they must be lyrics; part of a song, a story. A lyrical story. And she wanted, no she needed to hear it.

Perhaps she needed to sing it, but how could she, if the words were not clear?

She felt as if she was a bell just learning how to ring. Ring with a capital R. Add the word Right, to that. Didn’t she have the right to hear the music inside of her?

Why else would it be there, if not for her to hear?

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Do Not Pay Heed To It

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Do Not Gaze Upon It

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Do Not Speak Of It

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It is so easy to believe we actually understand what we thought we saw (feel free to fill in the implied blank). Snap judgements based on witnessing a few moments are never wise, or kind, and could prove destructive. So whatever you saw, do not speak of it. Rather, try to understand it, preferably with an open mind.

Your assumptions are your windows on the world. Scrub them off every once in a while, or the light won’t come in.
― Isaac Asimov

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Being Erased

being-erasedShe She felt like a collection of scribbles that were being erased. ~CAWeStruck

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Strange Bird

Strange bird, someone obliterated your true smile. Those scars have a story to tell, but you will not be the one who sings it. ~CAW

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There is a crack in everything (For Leonard)

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Lucky Me!!!

Take a look at this! I feel so fortunate to have stumbled my way into the fabulous StencilGirl family!

http://www.stencilgirltalk.com/2016/01/circletowerstencilcarolwiebestencilclubartjournal.html?showComment=1454361360203#c6007451452037573426

 

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