This gets on my nerves.
Take me as an example. Generally speaking I'm a happy giggling mess. I struggle to take life seriously and gain pleasure from things that should induce misery. BUT... every now and then, for maybe a day or a week I'm miserable. But that's it. I have no claim to suffering with depression or any such ailment; I have quite enough to contend with without adding that to the list. Still, when I feel like that, for the maybe 20 out of the available 365 days, everyone rushes to my aid. And that's nice and I appreciate it. I'm starting to feel though that my penance is 345 days of supporting everyone else. And quite frankly, without some of them, my 20 days could feasibly be reduced to 5.
In the past few years, as my wisdom has grown - not always utilised, but increased nonetheless -I have learnt that when I am happy, muppets enter my life, and when I am unhappy they disappear. On the other hand, when I am unhappy true friends show themselves, and when I am happy, I possibly neglect them through dealing with muppets. If I am to give up anything this year, please let it be to stop entertaining people who have no desire to be happier than the miserable state they currently reside within.
No offence meant to the real muppets of course. They don't appeal to me really, but I know a lot of people find them funny, and that can only be a good thing. Puppetry freaks me out, so I can't argue either way. It would be biased.
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muppetacious muppetings, especially in the morning :o)
I love The Muppets, they're a joyNew comment
Ha ha, well good for you! I use it as an affectionate term too most of the time. I don't know why!
You sound a bit more seven dwarfs-y than muppet-y, but either way, at least they were all positive references.
Ha, my dislike of muppets and fear of puppets would mean sesame street is a form of muppetry. Now why haven't I heard that word in my head before I wonder.
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Well I have to admit that though not fearful, I do find Punch and judy booths particularly repellent; and if I was the cricket on the hearth, that dreadful little wooden child would have been lobbed in the fire years ago! The cure for most puppets I think would be to sneak up on them with a large pair of scissors... then run away laughingNew comment
You have just induced puppet sympathy in me for the first time. Scissors indeed! That will be ringing in my ears for many weeks I'm sure.
I'm not good with poetry, or philosophy, or anything emotionally complex, but I read a poem (I think they are poems; excuse my ignorance) of yours and very much enjoyed it. Most of them I do not understand, but I liked this one. I didn't pass comment as I didn't know how to, and feel sure I wouldn't have taken it as it was intended, as that has always been my experience in this area. Anyway, your work now appeals to the non-literary non-emotional crowd as well as the more artistic natured in the community.