Negated Praise

being missed is not a thing we plan on. I love when people kid with me and luck knows how bad I am at accepting a compliment, but there are some that are even more uncomfortable with that aspect of social behavior. It's amazing to see through a crazy person's eyes just how much more crazy the world is than you. I am there now, on the chasm of the volcano looking in, and I realize that there is no way in heaven I am that fucking crazy!

It's not a big deal but I do like compliments and not those half-assed kind where some fucked up idiot without a brain tells me I'm pretty but I'd be "beautiful" if I did some exercises to lose the fat ass I "didn't know" I was dragging along until they showed up to inform me. Old people do that a lot. The days of Jack LaLanne have long passed and he was a, what I would call, "polar" control of the absolute best possible scenario. I dare not murmur a word to whom I think outreaches the opposite pole for the suits that would ensue! I want and crave those absolute genuine praises and "kudos" for who I am and what I resemble and what I have done. I know damn well there are men who love a bigger woman, even the most extreme examples of what society deems obese. I also am aware of all the woman out there who prefer a larger man, body wise-get your minds off your genitals and climb out of the gutter! All shapes and sizes and occupations and even religious and economical types of men have passed my door. All races too, and they have stopped in to say hello and smile. There haven't been what I call hordes of them and even less women, but I like the appreciation. I am funny; I know it and most others do too. But I am not funny "because" I am fat. My weight has nothing to do with my sick sense of humor whatsoever and I will tell a fat joke before and after I tell you about the skinny chick who thought it cheaper to mail herself to her vacation destination, saving herself thousands of dollars not to mention the cost of a car rental to the airport. Larger people are no more funny than a normal size person is, and the skinny chic (pronounced sheek) lass is no more fashion savvy than a pirate. Stereotypes prevent people from being as genuine as they once had. Of course there were adults and children in the past who were short-sighted and open-mouthed, but few spoke ill of others as there are today. I love most all of my friends dearly and I tell each of them what they mean to me on a daily, if not weekly, basis and I don't add "but if you only" along with the pat on the back. You shouldn't either.

A long time ago I heard a phrase so true it still reverberates over and over in my head. "The difference between a comedian and everyone else is that the comedian has the balls to say what every one else is already thinking." Simple and true. Unassuming as he was, George Carlin would affect my life more than he would ever stay alive to know of. Try proving it wrong. Even better see if there is a discriminating factor that makes one funnier or not. I tell all sorts of jokes and random thought processes and share them all indiscriminately with everyone. No one is spared my disdain, not even my own beloved little girl, who slightly resembles an infamous/famous (depending on if you like him or not) teenage pop star with her new doo! I have a large family and even larger acquaintance roll call and it never fails for me to find something to laugh at or shake my head at. I still give praise and cheers and such, separate from the "fun mode," but never have I been the one to just tack on my own assessment along with the praise as if to negate the very reason of the praise to begin with. I have time enough to do that when I'm in my "mobe" mode. So for now, I want each and every one of you to sit and think about the different colors, intellects, wealth, size, religious and personalities of peoples we have. I want you to think about how every one matters and how they contribute, however small, very fucking small for some, and how a kind word or pat will make them feel. Maybe even spark a consistent overall abundance of peace or love or, gosh golly gee forbid, tolerance. Let it flow and take the love you get and pass it on (without the commentary)!~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.