Month: January 2022

Bloganuary: Repost.Laughter here and laughter there

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Repost for day 7 in Bloganuary.
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I wrote about laughter before back in 2014 so this is kind part 2 of that. Find it here. Besides writing, laughing is a good medicine for my mental health. I love laughing. I can’t get enough of old comedies like Frasier or The Golden girls. I also love British humour. The old stuff mostly. I don’t only like comedy but also humour in general. Even in action movies, some humour is good. Not hilarious but funny moments. The reason I love Guardian of the galaxy is for the humour. Even in Thor. Some say the humour in Ragnarok was unnecessary but I think that’s what makes it so good. It’s definitely not a movie for humourless people.

It doesn’t take much for me to laugh. Even making funny faces makes me full of laughter. It’s not how things are said, it’s about how they’re said. Humour it’s not only about how to tell a joke. It’s so much more. It’s about witty remarks and even sarcasm. I absolutely loved House MD, you know with Hugh Laurie. I still laugh when I see quotes from the TV show. Again, it’s not about what he said, it’s about how he said it and Laurie’s facial expressions were priceless. That’s what made it such a great show. I usually don’t go for black comedy but some are good. Like Fargo, the movie.

So laughter is a good remedy for everyone. It might not make your life longer but at least you have a good time. Without humour, life would be full of sorrow and that’s not very nice, is it?

Bloganuary: My inspiration is not a person

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Day 6. My inspiration is not a person but about things. I have people I look up to, but I don’t get inspiration from any of them. I found inspiration in different things in life. I get inspiration from past experiences. Nature is a good inspiration. Sometimes I get them from movies. The only time I get inspiration from a person is when I write fan fiction.

When I don’t get any inspiration, I just let it be. I can’t force it to come out. Sometimes I don’t get any when I write this blog. It can be frustrating when I want to write something, but nothing comes out. Then I just do something else. My inspiration has a life of its own. No person can get it out from me. I don’t want to follow in anyone’s footsteps. I want to walk my own way. Everyone should be the best person they can be. You can get inspiration from a person or different things. As long as you get inspiration because life would be empty without it.

Bloganuary: What is something you wish you knew how to do?

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Day 5. There are a lot of things I wish I knew how to do. But then I could be here all day. I wished I wouldn’t be so indecisive. There are many things I want to do, but I don’t know what I should concentrate on first. This is a problem I’ve had since I had to decide what to do after school at 17. Everything seemed to be too dull for my liking. While I was thinking about what I wanted to do, others had already done more than I have. I feel a bit ashamed that I haven’t had a paying job. I’m an introvert and not very ambitious. I also don’t like taking risks. That’s one of the things I wish I knew how to do. Maybe then I would have more achievements. I just give up too easily at times.

I wish I knew how to tell things about myself. Especially when writing them down. I don’t know what people want to know. What does it even mean, tell something about yourself? Talking about myself isn’t easy. It feels awkward somehow when it shouldn’t. If I could write them down, it would be different. Talking face to face with someone about it is another matter. Even writing them down is difficult. I just don’t know what to say. It’s the same with cover letters in a job search. It’s a pain to get the words out, so I don’t want to do it. I wish I was better at that too.

I also wish I could feel at ease when meeting new people. I don’t know how to start a conversation without feeling I’m bothering them. I’ve tried during the years to be braver, but it still feels unfamiliar. I don’t have much in common with the people I’ve met in the past. I’m not a storyteller. I prefer listening to others. They think I don’t want to talk, so they don’t even approach me. The things people talk about doesn’t interest me. If they talked about the things I like, it would be different. Introverts are misunderstood by extroverts. Being shy is different from being introverted. Either way, we are all different, and people should accept that. We should learn from each other because then we can grow as humans. Not only that, but also grow as an individual.