Closet Crazy

If there was a biography about you, what would the title be?

If you meet me I appear to be quite normal. Not an exciting person. Not much to talk about in life. I think it’s in the job description that a writer is a recluse isn’t it?

But then if it said party animal I’d have to take up macrame instead; I hate parties. The energy is too busy for me. Plus I no longer know anyone who would throw a party.

I’ve always been the same.

A well hidden attribute

I have the kind of sense of humour that leads people to think I’m boring, then after a few seconds I get the ‘what did you just say?’ look, followed by the laughter. Were I a comedian I’d be the deadpan one.

Eddie/Susie Izzard is a bit like that, so fast you’re running to catch up. In other words I’m similar but not quite as funny.

In truth nowadays my sense of humour is way out of date and most of it I wouldn’t dare enunciate. So saying, it’s often silently hilarious in here in a totally politically incorrect way, but never an unkind way. I tend to laugh at life rather than people.

I believe that political correctness has led to the younger generations taking themselves far too seriously. We should all be able to laugh at anything as long as it isn’t cruel or unkind.

I giggle at the absurdity of many things, including the fact that some men think the women who have been getting their own way for centuries are weak. We’re stealth fighters. I’m not getting a hair out of place or risking a fingernail for a man! Seriously guys, I often write in your defence. I’m a balanced realist.

You can see what I’m talking about, slightly funny but too worried to say it out loud. The thing that abbots me the most though is what this closing down of fun is doing to mixed race societies.

This is my truth

For me lovely chocolate brown skin is dangerous, as it has me automatically reaching for a gorgeous mug of hot chocolate in my mind and that is not good for the figure. Especially with the chocolate flake to stir it with. Are you allowed to say that now? But I do genuinely associate that skin colour with only the best things in life. The dark skin colours are truly stunning and that’s from my heart. 💖

I don’t know if you could say it out loud, but I do know it’s better than reminding people of a bottle of milk, or whatever the heck the very strange not white colour of white skin is. One says “I want to spoil myself”, the other says ‘That reminds me, the milk has gone off and I also need plain flour at the supermarket’.

Please tell me we’re at least a bit like ice cream. 🙏🏻

To laugh is to be alive

To laugh is to heal. Laughter is the antidote to life. That antidote is being eradicated from Western societies leaving stress in its place. I do wonder if we’re more isolated now because being together is too stressful?

Are races not mixing because subconsciously we’re afraid of saying the wrong thing? Especially as there seems to be a lot of wrong things you can say. The question is:

Is it us who can’t laugh at ourselves and together, or the media telling us we can’t?

I think you’ll find that most races could give as good as they get in a good natured way. That’s the crux of it isn’t it?

Saying to a black person years ago who said they’d had a cold and not been too well ‘I thought you were looking pale’ would put a smile on their face. Usually earning you a response along the lines of ‘That reminds me, I need new sunglasses so that you don’t blind me as soon as the sun comes out’.

Ignoring the spiteful people that in reality make up a very small part of our society yet create a very loud and unpleasant noise, your everyday folk tend to enjoy a bit of banter. And we should. It’s so important.

I often wonder why we just muzzle dangerous dogs, those people are just as dangerous and twice as destructive – a dog isn’t attacking because it gets its sense of self worth from harming people. These idiots are helping to eradicate a life-saving, peace making, element of life. If you laugh together then being together is great fun.

A return to humour

So, I have a fantastic sense of humour, and I often laugh out loud at myself in my mind at some of the things I think but don’t dare say out loud. Mind you, I’m also alone most of the time so that helps me not to put my foot in it.

I would say though that my humour is quirky and focused on the oddities of life. There isn’t a cruel atom in my make up.

We really do need to return to humour, it is one of the two best medicines, and the other one has a more limited use.

Let’s keep making each other laugh with gentle, non-offensive humour, the cleverest humour, after all, it’s neither healthy, nor safe to bore each other to sleep by being too careful, particularly when driving or operating heavy machinery.

Nor is it safe to divide our streets and societies by telling us all that we’re too sensitive to enjoy a good giggle at our own expense. That we hate each other for no good reason – except what happened thousands of years ago that we can’t change, unless we change now. You can only put the past right by being better.

So…

Your favourite bottle of full cream milk, with added drinking chocolate, a flake, and milk chocolate stars, wishes you a great day.

You see, it takes both colours to make the best drink in the world.

Deb xx

P.S. I would probably manage to spill myself halfway between the kitchen and the lounge, and definitely halfway up the stairs where I could make the most mess, were I my favourite drink. 🤣🙄🤣🙈😱🥰

P.P.S. Actually, a drop of soft coffee coloured Baileys is a fantastic addition to hot chocolate. There, we really do need all the colours to create the best of everything. Let’s never forget that. 💖💖💖