I feel a compulsive need to be “good” and think only good thoughts, say only good words, and take only good action. And any time something goes poorly in my life, I tell myself I wasn’t good enough and I must have manifested it with some sort of negative thinking, and I must do better.
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Wanna know something funny? When I was 16 I went to one of those nightclubs for high school kids with my cousin who was also the same age as me at the time. It was around Valentine’s day and it was supposed to be a way for high schoolers to meet other single high schoolers.
When we got there, my cousin instantly found her friends and started dancing the night away. I, on the other hand, stood there awkward and like a scared lost puppy not sure what to do with myself.
I stood in the bathroom and befriended another girl until I could beg my dad to come and pick me up early.
Fast forward to current Gina age 22. I went to Xfinity live with my friends this past weekend and had the time of my life. Instantly when I got there me and another one of my…
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When did you stop being silly? Was it at age seven when your Mom told you that you were too old to run around with your older sister’s bra strapped to your head? Or was it at age thirteen when upon entering junior high, a group of kids laughed at you as you did the Irish jig in the cafeteria? Or maybe it was later in life when a significant other or good friend “silly-shamed” you for pretending to be a mannequin in a department store? Whatever the age, it is time for you to rediscover the joy of being silly.
Now, you may be wondering how I came up with the examples of silliness, well it was easy, I have done every single one of them and more. Hello, my name is Tracy and I am silly. But it was not always that way. I have been “silly shamed”…
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“I don’t have time” – Everyone
As much as we might hope or expect it to, life is not going to slow down so you can finally start your project, finish your book, take that trip or get some alone time. We all have the same amount of time in the day and we each have to learn how to get what we need in the time that we have. Or you don’t, which probably makes you feel overwhelmed and angry and eventually exhausted. You might start to feel like you don’t have a say in what you do because your time is owned by everyone else.
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I’ve always been someone who laughs a lot. It’s not that I force myself, it’s just that I have been brought up this way by my parents. My parents always loved to make fun of one other lightly and my father, for the longest time, has been making the stupidest dad jokes and word plays.
This grew on me and despite the fact that stupid jokes are usually looked down upon, I have kept on doing them. To this day, my favorite joke is the below foolish one:
“It’s a guy who comes into a bar and says:
‘Hey! It’s me!’
Everybody turns around… and it wasn’t him.”
Now, the reaction to this one is usually either a puzzled face due to a lack of understanding or a nice laugh. No matter the reaction, this always makes me laughs and be proud of myself for saying it.
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Back in college, specifically my last year in, I used to live in a dormitory near the university where I was studying. I would roam around the streets of Balanga City whenever I needed some fresh (or rather, slightly-polluted)air to take a break. I preferred having no roommates so I could focus on studying, but it eventually got lonely especially during those days when I have nothing to do. So out I go.
My mother was very strict when I was in high school and would not permit me to go out of the house if it’s not school- or church-related. You see, I am an only child, and a girl at that. I’d tell all kinds of excuses just to get permission to hang out with my friends, who were also my classmates. So when I went to college, it felt so thrilling and liberating to be able…
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