I know I said I was gonna bring the funny this week, but I don't think I've found my funny stride just yet as a human.This may come as a shock, but as a cat I never struggled. I just wrote whatever came into my head, or whatever my kitty girl was up to, and fully trusted in it. Of course I wasn't always successful at being funny, but I rarely stressed about it. I never worried about offending anyone either, Fin likes gravy and your kit likes dry, no offense taken.
As a human I've been pressuring myself to be... something, else. Something I was never going to live up to. So I've decided I'm just gonna be me. Sometimes that means I'll be funny, sarcastic and self-deprecating (and prepare yourself because I'm not above bathroom humor). Sometimes that will mean I will pull at your hart strings (I know I couldn't resist the pun) and try to evoke a memory or a feeling. Sometimes it may mean that I unintentionally offend you, and I swear in advance it's not my intention to do so.
I didn't intend for a part two from my post yesterday, but I was inspired by your comments to delve a little deeper. Maybe I'm not alone, but I feel like I'm sometimes two very different people in one body.
In the example of yesterday's post - I am the kind of person who would help a stranger get their ill-planned groceries home, or at least I want to be. I want to be able to live life with a joyful innocence, but that is hard for me - because I am also a person who learned early that the world is not always safe and filled with kindness.
It is something I struggle with, trying to find the balance between opening my heart and still protecting it, but then I'm only human.