Voicelessness and Emotional Survival Message Board
Voicelessness and Emotional Survival => Voicelessness and Emotional Survival Message Board => Topic started by: Meh on August 30, 2009, 01:02:33 PM
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So playing is suppose to be therapeutic and good for the soul.
I personally am having some difficulty tapping into playing, when I ask myself what I want to do to play, I get blankness or a few suggestions from self but nothing new.
I suppose part of it, is that it's not fun to play by oneself..
I'm hoping that I can find something in myself that I haven't seen before, tap into another side of me.
HOW DO YOU PLAY? What does it mean to you?
I don't exactly feel like doing hoola-hoop or going to a strip club...
It has to be inexpensive...No trips to Vegas.. for me right now..
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In my neighborhood I often see little girls dressed up as little princesses and funky little fairies. There is some part of me that is envious, I NEVER was allowed to do this when I was a kid. I am way too old to dress up in a pink and purple fairy princess dress, I mean I really don't actually want to do that. I am envious though! It looks like so much fun, I wish I could go back to the age where a little girl is so enthralled with tulle and sequins and satin.
I guess I could go to one of those societies for creative anachronism, how dorky would that be?
Maybe I need to access my inner geek, that thought doesn't resonate with me though.
I could dress up as a sparkly unicorn...oh no.. I don't think so
HELP! How do I be a little girl when I'm a grown up?
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Hi Helen,
I am 39 and don't have kids of my own but when I do find any available (!) - (only joking, have a specific pair that are a friend's daughters) I go nuts! I recently had a stuffed dog made at The Bear Factory named Tiramisu and the girl that stuffed him made me pick a heart before she placed it in, touch some buttons to add 'love', 'laughter', 'kisses' and 'friendship', hell she even made me jump around 3 times when she was finishing sewing him up! In all honesty I like to do things like that. I was in CODA for many years and from what I remember, getting in touch with the inner child and providing things for him/her was compulsory.
Other than that, I dance (at the privacy of my own home!), sing and get really passionate about things in general.
Well, you may feel that you are 'too old' for certain things but creativity - I think this is what you want to tap into I think you're saying - doesn't have any age restrictions. You could dress up like a fairy anytime. Think of older actors who dress up and play roles on tv/cinema etc: if this is not 'play' then what it is?
P.
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Welcome to the board Persephone and thank you for sharing.
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Hi Helen
I tend to make things for fun. Cooking new things or making things for our home, getting creative. I love making up silly songs (best done on your own!)
I have no problem playing on my own, as an only child largely ignored by my mother I got used to it. I do lots of puzzles too.
A friend of mine suggested we play badminton, which we are going to do at adult education classes for beginners. (We start in 3 weeks)
I used to do other adult education classes, pottery and woodwork. They were great for getting creative ideas done, and learning new stuff.
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Hi Binks,
Nice to meet you!
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I could dress up in as much glow-in-the-dark stuff I can possibly find and go rollerskating at night.
I'm not sure if this would be fun or not. I haven't rollerskated for a hellava long time. Might be painful. Maybe fun.
I guess since I'm going for glowing, I might as well stick some padding in there.
I could dress up as a rollerskating alien.. that might be fun...?
I could dress up as a rollerskating Christmas tree in the middle of summer and throw presents at people....no that won't do...
I'm sort of lazy right now, is there such thing as easy lazy playing that involves lots of goofy laughter..
I mean I go to the zoo and I see cartoons at the movies..but there is something else....I'm gonna figure it out at some point...
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Dear Helen:
Call up the Boys and Girls Club of America, or go to their web site.
Volunteer there every week. Play.
It'll fill your chest with warmth and change you (in a good way).
love,
Hops
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Re: Hi Hops, Thanks for the suggestion, I didn't think of the boys and girls club.
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Hops, I love the idea of becoming a Big Sister.
Helen can play dress up with tulle and sparkles.....
make tents and tell ghost stories with a flashlight under her chin and make smoors and have movie night and play Monopoly and tell goofy jokes and face paint.
That would be so much for both Helen and her little sister: )
Mo2
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Re: Mo2
That does sound like fun!
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Helen, Have you read Jenny Joseph's famous poem "When I am Old, I Will Wear Purple"? It starts out: When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple, with a red hat that doesn't go and doesn't suit me ..." Your post reminded me of that poem.
Mr. Rogers used to say that play is children's work ... in other words, it's important. IMO, you should give yourself permission to play! That's what creativity is. There are lots of things you can do to satisfy your need for play. I think you should figure out what it is about what those little girls are doing that speaks to you so loudly ... is it the beautiful fabrics? The make-believe stories they are acting out? Their ability to ignore "convention" and try something wild and different? Then you will know which direction you want to go with your unsatisfied urge to create.
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Just want to share something....
When I was about 40-something, on Halloween, I was commiserating with a same-age friend about how I was NEVER permitted to go Trick-or-Treating as a child because NWomb-Donor's obsession about that was: "What would the neighbors think about MY children BEGGING?!?!?!?" Those SAME NEIGHBORS were permitting their children to have Halloween fun!!!!! What was WRONG with NWomb-Donor?!?!?!? The friend commented that her parents NEVER allowed her to go Trick-or-Treating because THEY didn't believe in Halloween fun!!!!! That's when I declared: WHY should only the kids have fun today?!?!?!? WE'RE OLD ENOUGH TO MAKE OUR OWN FUN!!!!! LET'S GET SOME COSTUMES AND GO TRICK-OR-TREATING NOW!!!!!!"
So we dug around the house, threw some home-made costumes together, found some Jack-o-Lantern buckets that her kids weren't using and we went Trick-or-Treating around the neighborhood!!! The neighbors LOVED it!!!!! :D :lol: :D One commented: "I wish I had your nerve! You're DEFINITELY having FUN!!!!!" We told the neighbor that one's never too old to re-visit childhood, just for the FUN of it!!!!!
Bones
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How wonderful, BONES!
I love dressing up for Halloween too: )
It is fun.
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Helen - are there swings or playground equipment in your park? Can you go swing?
Can you build a fairy palace using real flowers and shoe boxes?
Can you re-write a nursery rhyme or fairy tale? and illustrate it?
Can you find yourself a princess tiara that fits?? My 53 yr old best friend has one; I'm hoping to be able to get hired as a docent in a park on a tall sailing ship, where I can dress as and play the role of "Pirate Princess"... or wench, depending on my mood that day!
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How wonderful, BONES!
I love dressing up for Halloween too: )
It is fun.
Definitely!!!!!
The Trick-or-Treating was a BLAST!!!!!
Bones
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I joined Facebook last January before letting my 15 year old join because I wanted to know what it was all about. Well, guess who has had more fun with it? Me? I have a few very, very quick-witted & humorous friends who I go back and forth with making fun of his 80s mustache and my 80s perm, etc. If I had not joined FB, I never would have seen or talked to these former co-workers again! It has just been a ton of fun to me and I've found myself laughing out loud alone a lot since last January!
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If you like to get active, batting cages are a lot of fun. It's relatively inexpensive & you get to hit things. Really hard. :lol:
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Helen - are there swings or playground equipment in your park? Can you go swing?
Can you build a fairy palace using real flowers and shoe boxes?
Can you re-write a nursery rhyme or fairy tale? and illustrate it?
Can you find yourself a princess tiara that fits?? My 53 yr old best friend has one; I'm hoping to be able to get hired as a docent in a park on a tall sailing ship, where I can dress as and play the role of "Pirate Princess"... or wench, depending on my mood that day!
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You get to be a PIRATE!!! NOOOOOO WAAAAYYY!!! That is awesome!!! I love old ships...
I'm so happy for you!! I hope you get to do that. Oh you can be a princess or a wench, Wonderful!! A character for all moods.
It would be hard to be a princess on a bad day and hard to be a wench on a perky day. Actually the thought of a pissy princess is sort of making me laugh. Well, come to think of it, I have met a lot of pissy princesses.
I once saw this book of old black and white photos of these boys on old ships. They were sitting on parts of the ship with their legs and feet dangling and their hair is tussled from the salt water wind. My essential self must have been communicating something to me.
I think my heart wanted to leap out of my chest, do a pirouette in the air and then land into one of the photos. I wanted to go back in time and be one of those boys on those boats. Sort-of. (I mean there are bad jokes about that).
I don't believe in past lives, but I sort of wondered if I had been one of these people in a past life because I've never even taken sailing lessons.
GOOD LUCK! I hope you get to do that. I'm smiling just thinking about it.
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If you like to get active, batting cages are a lot of fun. It's relatively inexpensive & you get to hit things. Really hard. :lol:
Hum, Lollie, Thanks, this is an idea that I never would have come up with in a million years because I have only played baseball one time.
It might reveal something in me I have not discovered though. It sounds like fun.
I have fantasized about taking some boxing lessions. I had an Irish roomate years ago who gave me my first boxing lesson.
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That's when I declared: WHY should only the kids have fun today?!?!?!? WE'RE OLD ENOUGH TO MAKE OUR OWN FUN!!!!! LET'S GET SOME COSTUMES AND GO TRICK-OR-TREATING NOW!!!!!!"
So we dug around the house, threw some home-made costumes together, found some Jack-o-Lantern buckets that her kids weren't using and we went Trick-or-Treating around the neighborhood!!! The neighbors LOVED it!!!!! :D :lol: :D One commented: "I wish I had your nerve! You're DEFINITELY having FUN!!!!!" We told the neighbor that one's never too old to re-visit childhood, just for the FUN of it!!!!!
Bones
Oh Bones, That is a lovely story, it made me smile when you described digging around in the house for stuff to make costumes out of.
That is totally something kids do, they find stuff in the basement and re-purpose it into an object for play.
Thanks for sharing!
Good for you! That does take nerve. I'm glad you had fun.
I have never been trick or treating as an adult, I do have a costume I have been fantasizing about making for years.
Lets see we are at the end of August, I still have time before October!
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I have fantasized about taking some boxing lessions. I had an Irish roomate years ago who gave me my first boxing lesson.
I have taken boxing lessons! :shock:
It is really fun. A great workout, too.
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Helen, Have you read Jenny Joseph's famous poem "When I am Old, I Will Wear Purple"? It starts out: When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple, with a red hat that doesn't go and doesn't suit me ..." Your post reminded me of that poem.
Mr. Rogers used to say that play is children's work ... in other words, it's important. IMO, you should give yourself permission to play! That's what creativity is. There are lots of things you can do to satisfy your need for play. I think you should figure out what it is about what those little girls are doing that speaks to you so loudly ... is it the beautiful fabrics? The make-believe stories they are acting out? Their ability to ignore "convention" and try something wild and different? Then you will know which direction you want to go with your unsatisfied urge to create.
Yep, I've seen the poem taped up in a public restroom stall.
You make a good point, thanks for asking that question. I was attracted to the shiny fabric as a kid, I don't still feel that way so much. I think what it is about those little girls that speaks so loudly, is that they were allowed to go to that place of total belief. When little girls dress up, they litterally are princesses in their own minds. They are a princess not just pretend princess. I think that is what is calling to me the total conviction and rapture. Their ability to go into it whole heartedly with carefree reckless abandon. I guess also little girls feel special in their little princess dresses. What is more PRECIOUS then a little girl in a dress splashing in a mud puddle! It makes life more magical. And who says life is not magical, I mean took up at the stars at night!!
Yes, also the fact that generally no one judges little kids for being goofballs or dressing up. It is different for adults, I feel that my every sneeze is judged. I was often expected to act like an adult as a kid. I was always self conscious. It's as if adults are socially pressured to adopt deadening, arbitrary, inconsequential rules for life.
Also kids are allowed to make mistakes and be bad at stuff, they are allowed to be beginners. Sometimes I have to be a total beginner as an adult because there were things I just could not do as a kid. As an adult if feels like I am judged against high standards. Like if I'm not good enough to be a professional singer then I shouldn't sing at all! It's kind of like adults have to have a serious reason for doing something and achievement and status has to be wrapped up in everything. What about just playing soccer for fun and not being judged against Beckham. What about just dancing for fun and not being judged as if I was in "Dancing with the Stars". I don't want to be a famous movie star! I just want to have fun.
I think this is an important point, I'm going to sit with it for a while and see what else comes up.
There was this brief period as a kid when I had ambitious ideas and confidence that they were possible. Something happened and I stopped thinking ambitious thoughts and I lost confidence in myself and in life. I had business ideas when I was a kid!
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I joined Facebook last January before letting my 15 year old join because I wanted to know what it was all about. Well, guess who has had more fun with it? Me? I have a few very, very quick-witted & humorous friends who I go back and forth with making fun of his 80s mustache and my 80s perm, etc. If I had not joined FB, I never would have seen or talked to these former co-workers again! It has just been a ton of fun to me and I've found myself laughing out loud alone a lot since last January!
That is funny, I had one of those 80's perms also. There is a horrible photo of me and my brother and we both look like poodles.
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I did have some playful fun yesterday after putting this post up and then I ended the day with eatting about half a watermelon! My inner-self took my adult me to a park and we played on the grass. I may write about it in a little while.
I guess when I beseechingly request a strong desire to be fullfilled, that action is enough to allow my "little Helen" to break out a little.
Kids can throw their whole selves at something, single mindedly WANT a new PET! And they think about it obsess about it until they get it.
Ya, know that is another thing kids have. They can put all their might and soul into wanting something and believing that it is possible that they will get it! As an adult, and child even I've lost the intense "I want it" thought because I learned that I was going to live with depravity. That is important to really whole heartedly want something with MUCHO GUSTO! (Lots of feeling)
I think Mucho Gusto really means nice to meet you. When I hear it on the Spanish radio station I first interpreted it to mean something else entirely: Like very much gusto, with LOTS of Feeling. Because the radio announcers say it with lots of feeling. I prefer my old translation.
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Hi Helen,
Actually my friend, Helen, and I went to Mardi Gras this year as pirates and had fun meeting other pirates! We also both bought matching sit on top Kayaks, but we don't wear our pirate outfits to Kayak...at least we haven't yet...
S
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That's when I declared: WHY should only the kids have fun today?!?!?!? WE'RE OLD ENOUGH TO MAKE OUR OWN FUN!!!!! LET'S GET SOME COSTUMES AND GO TRICK-OR-TREATING NOW!!!!!!"
So we dug around the house, threw some home-made costumes together, found some Jack-o-Lantern buckets that her kids weren't using and we went Trick-or-Treating around the neighborhood!!! The neighbors LOVED it!!!!! :D :lol: :D One commented: "I wish I had your nerve! You're DEFINITELY having FUN!!!!!" We told the neighbor that one's never too old to re-visit childhood, just for the FUN of it!!!!!
Bones
Oh Bones, That is a lovely story, it made me smile when you described digging around in the house for stuff to make costumes out of.
That is totally something kids do, they find stuff in the basement and re-purpose it into an object for play.
Thanks for sharing!
Good for you! That does take nerve. I'm glad you had fun.
I have never been trick or treating as an adult, I do have a costume I have been fantasizing about making for years.
Lets see we are at the end of August, I still have time before October!
Thanks, Helen!
I noticed that somebody mentioned about going on a pirate ship. I think I mentioned, about a year ago, that I had the opportunity to go on a pirate cruise in Baltimore! THAT was a LOT OF FUN!!!! Playing pirate, "hunting for gold", and firing the water cannon at the "bad guy" trying to take over the ship!!!! :lol:
Bones
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::holding up hand::
I vote boxing lessons.
Mo2
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I joined Facebook last January before letting my 15 year old join because I wanted to know what it was all about. Well, guess who has had more fun with it? Me? I have a few very, very quick-witted & humorous friends who I go back and forth with making fun of his 80s mustache and my 80s perm, etc. If I had not joined FB, I never would have seen or talked to these former co-workers again! It has just been a ton of fun to me and I've found myself laughing out loud alone a lot since last January!
That is funny, I had one of those 80's perms also. There is a horrible photo of me and my brother and we both look like poodles.
:lol: My 80's perm looked like an Afro...and that was BEFORE I knew I am Bi-racial!!!! :lol:
Bones
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Another FUN thing I enjoy doing is going to Star Trek conventions and hanging out with various aliens ranging from Vulcans, to Klingons, to Ferengis!!!! :lol: The Klingons are WILD, though!!!!!
Bones
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I joined Facebook last January before letting my 15 year old join because I wanted to know what it was all about. Well, guess who has had more fun with it? Me? I have a few very, very quick-witted & humorous friends who I go back and forth with making fun of his 80s mustache and my 80s perm, etc. If I had not joined FB, I never would have seen or talked to these former co-workers again! It has just been a ton of fun to me and I've found myself laughing out loud alone a lot since last January!
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ooopppps, I'm having trouble with the quote thing, I too have joined facebook because I wanted to see what my kids were doing. I have reconnected with old childhood friends and we poke fun at each other and support each other as well, kinda feels like no time has passed at all. I find myself laughing out loud as well WearyofHer, It's a great place to escape to sometimes. I can see why the kids like it!!! :D
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I once saw this book of old black and white photos of these boys on old ships. They were sitting on parts of the ship with their legs and feet dangling and their hair is tussled from the salt water wind. My essential self must have been communicating something to me.
I think my heart wanted to leap out of my chest, do a pirouette in the air and then land into one of the photos. I wanted to go back in time and be one of those boys on those boats. Sort-of. (I mean there are bad jokes about that).
I don't believe in past lives, but I sort of wondered if I had been one of these people in a past life because I've never even taken sailing lessons.
OK - more ideas on this topic: watch Robin Williams' movies - Peter Pan and Jumanji. They both tap into my wacky sense of make-believe and fun. Of course, sometimes I find myself crying through the giggles, too. Like the tin-man in Wizard of Oz... that sense of silly fun is a bit rusty; it's sorta painful to try "moving" that part again. The more you do it, the easier it gets and the better it feels. It sort of lights the way to more serious pay-offs, too.
Actually, it was my hubby who introduced me to these movies... and Men in Tights; the Robin Hood stuff with Costner, too. I absolutely adored Errol Flynn and Danny Kaye movies when I was a kid. I still want a sword - and to take tai chi sword classes.
My hubby has been feeding this "need to play" for me - and it started YEARS before therapy. That's one of the things I love about him - his theory is that one should never "grow up", in the sense that you stop having silly fun. Oh, he is a responsible, reliable person - never fear - but toys? He is the king of toys and play. When I told him I always wanted a pony - he bought me 3 miniature toy ponies. When I mentioned I always wanted to dance ballet - he found where I could buy toe shoes. There have been spirographs, key-chain watercolor sets, and more. He found a way to teach me how to play video games - on a wii: my first time was playing baseball and I hit home run, after home run; I was hooked. I used to be killer at baseball... and I just played not long ago with my brother & his kids - I can still slam one in real life. He is threatening to make me a pirate hat with a tiara...
And yes, hubby's the Pirate King - especially now that we're anticipating a move to the beach. He plays Jimmy Buffett's "A Pirate Looks at 40" over & over & over... we have visited the Margaritaville websites... and now there are more "toys", of course! Today, he is submitting his resignation at work and choosing a "retirement" date before the end of the year. We are retiring to "play" - to make up for all those days we were "always there"; did the things that had to get done and no one else would do... our new goal in life is to be old kids, period.
Like you, I feel inhibited somewhat - having fun. It's not that I can't... but yes, I feel that someone's going to judge me and that's not comfortable... so I back off the ideas or "never get around to it". So sometimes, I just say the hell with it... and do it. And it turns out that for me, the only one "judging" or disapproving the fun... is the internalized "critic" who holds the opinion that it's not "seemly" for someone my age to be enjoying myself that much. Well, critics are just people who voice their opinion. And opinions are like arseholes - everyone's got one. Doesn't mean the opinion is correct, now does it?
One more pirate reference...
at the end of day long meetings to transfer my Dad's business to my brother & me (all so serious & corporate)... full of lawyers... documents in triplicate... the whole bit... our last meeting was with 3 more bankers. At this point, it's beginning to hit me emotionally that everything is done and I just want to whoop and hollar; it's been almost a year since my Dad died, and this process has been excruciatingly slow. So one of the bank reps manages the property insurance for the business and I'm looking at a form that says our global, ocean-going shipments are insured.... and out of my mouth with no forethought comes:
so.... does this mean our shipments are insured against pirates? (They are!!)
And everyone except my brother busted out laughing. He looked like he didn't even hear me (and truth is, he remembers almost nothing of what went on that day). At that point, the "suits" became real people... and they started to talk just a bit differently, more relaxed and candid. Then I explained my upcoming move to the beach. Playing is how we learned - or should have - as kids, to connect with others. My irrepressible, smart-ass inner kid couldn't resist making that comment in that setting... and how wise she is, that she broke the tension and the stuffy respectable pretense... with that one facetious (well, not quite given where the shipments go) question about pirates. The rest of the time, I was direct & to the point, able to trade-off with them in discussions, because I did do my homework and have some experience with the topics at hand. Professional, that is - with a twist. And I doubt they'll forget me or my question when the only time we interact is through email, ya know?
Play is very very good for us - like vitamin C. It's nutrition for a part of us that isn't physical.
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I have the same problem. I don't know how to play and have fun. I've found my big thing is concentration. I'm not really "into" what I am doing and I find my thoughts wandering. I just started doing paint by number. Not so much because I want to have my "artwork" hanging all over my house. lol It is just because it forces you to live in the moment.
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After this beseeching post, I went to a park to read a book. I found a peaceful spot where I could sit on a bench. A wasp chased me off the bench, I then relocated to sitting on the lawn, and eventually flopped all the way back with limbs sprawled and looked up at the huge trees. I decided I needed to bicycle in the air for exercise, simultaneously still holding my book up in the air for reading.
Upon remembering a couple of exercises, I incorporated them into a stylized grass rolling method. Sort of half break-dancing and rolling like a log. I figured out that I can helicopter my legs in the air in opposite directions and it's enough momentum to keep my body rolling across flat ground without having to use my arms at all! It was pretty much out of site in a park where I had a whole gigantic lawn to myself. Some woman came and sat in a bench to read a book. No big deal. I'm an adult and I can roll around in the grass in front of people. I'm proud of myself. I can't remember the last time I have played in the grass like that. I guess it's a heliroll. My fat cells were a little sore, I may have been stung by a bee or got a splinter poke, there was a slight ouch somewhere. Over all it was totally safe and healthy and I feel saner now then I did before I helirolled. I'm about 5% tempted to take up break dancing, I'm not a 15 yr old boy though, so no, no break dancing for me.
It's so funny how my adult self slowly gives way, first book reading, then exercising then ROLLING in the soft green grass. There is a rational, justifiable, logical transition until little Helen finally takes over.
At the end of my helicopter roll across the lawn I started laughing, I couldn't help myself. And it's ok if I'm laughing for my own joy. I talk to myself so I guess it's ok for me to laugh to myself also. This smile was different then the smile I found when I was just spontaneously smiling at people and kids and dogs after crying. This helicopter grass rolling smiling was, well I don't know I can't remember smiling like that for so long. I guess it was just a “hey this is fun” sort of smile. I'm going to see how many different types of authentic smiles I can notice/induce.
Green lawns call to me, to do stuff, I'm not always sure what type of stuff, but crawling, somersaulting sort of stuff. Basically anything that causes grass-stains is right up my alley.
Just like a kid, I forgot that I had some halfway decent clothes on, thought about grass stains afterwards not beforehand. This is definitely essential self, I bet essential self does not care about grass stains or laundry or dishwashing or cleaning.. I could get use to this essential self thing.
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OK - more ideas on this topic: watch Robin Williams' movies - Peter Pan and Jumanji. They both tap into my wacky sense of make-believe and fun. Of course, sometimes I find myself crying through the giggles, too. Like the tin-man in Wizard of Oz... that sense of silly fun is a bit rusty; it's sorta painful to try "moving" that part again. The more you do it, the easier it gets and the better it feels. It sort of lights the way to more serious pay-offs, too.........................
............Play is very very good for us - like vitamin C. It's nutrition for a part of us that isn't physical.
Arrrrr! Me Matey….Ye Sprog….infested flaming chicken, smoldering pigeon..lilly livered dodo..…find me swords! We duel t'night beneath the full moon! Arrrrrr......
Alright, clearly I need to brush up on my pirate-lingo.
I haven’t seen Jumanji forever, I don’t think I have ever seen men in tights, it’s on my list now.
You mentioned Robin Williams and…OH HEY, I just remembered that last night I had been thinking of the Dead Poets Society. That is one of my all time favorite movies. I do want a dead poet's society.
That is really nice that your husband can fuel your playful side! Heh, congratulations on getting through the paperwork and meetings, it feels good to get through a seemingly never ending process.
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I have the same problem. I don't know how to play and have fun. I've found my big thing is concentration. I'm not really "into" what I am doing and I find my thoughts wandering. I just started doing paint by number. Not so much because I want to have my "artwork" hanging all over my house. lol It is just because it forces you to live in the moment.
Hi, nice to meet you.
I'm recalling a photo in a high-end interior decorating magazine that displayed a collection of paint by numbers up on a wall. I guess it's sort of retro-chic or nerdy-cool...
Alright now at this very moment there is a woman dancing around in this cafe with her baby in arms.
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Hoist the mains'l and let furl the banner! We'll be trolling for booty on the coast by nightfall, 'lest the scurvy dogs find us!!
(and yer upright and hid the treasure chest well... aye, mate?)
Sept 19 is "talk like a pirate day".... I need to brush up, too!
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Hoist the mains'l and let furl the banner! We'll be trolling for booty on the coast by nightfall, 'lest the scurvy dogs find us!!
(and yer upright and hid the treasure chest well... aye, mate?)
Sept 19 is "talk like a pirate day".... I need to brush up, too!
Yo-ho-ho….Aye, Ye Seadog, thee tresurrrre be safe an sound in the ships head!!
Avast ye! Me sees something in yonder water. Aaaarrgghh!!!
I still have the Dead Poet's Society in my mind, along with the Pirates, they are merging into the The Dead Pirate's Poetic Society.
If pirates attempted to recite poetry...
Oh My GOD!
I have to write some pirate poetry.
Look! A pirate ship namer:
http://www.seventhsanctum.com/generate.php?Genname=pirateshipnamer
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Ok, Ok, ok, I know who my character is, I'm an overlysensitive pirate. Aaarrghh! That hurt!!
No maybe not, I'm a pirate that is trying to become cultured. Aaarrrghh! Me learn meself opera!!
No, No, No, Ok
I'm a forgetfull pirate, Aarrrgh! Where did I put me booty! No
I'm a, a, a, ...What am I
I'm a nasty mean pirate that is trying to get in touch with his inner fairy princess... Oh yes... I like this one..
Aaaarrrhhh... Me Barbie Doll be a swarthy home-wreckerrrrr.. oh no. I don't know right now, I will figure the character out at some point.
I'm a pirate with arachnophobia.
I'm a pirate with a green thumb and my boat has sunflowers growing on it, and the flowers tell dirty jokes to each other.
I have a garden full of poisonous plants. The plants can talk and they all hate each other.
A pirate that likes to breakdance- that's too slick...
I'm a pirate who is secretly the president of a teetotalism cult.
The only thing I know for sure is that I have a tattoo of a pink skunk on my right leg. Or maybe I have a pet skunk instead of a parrot.
Yes!!!! I have a pet skunk. Ok, yes, and my pet skunk has a pink mohawk down the whole length of it's back instead of a white stripe.
The only thing I know for sure is that my hobby is skunk breeding.
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One of my friends sent me this, knowing that I enjoy both Disney and Marvel cartoons and comics. I LAUGHED so hard that I still have tears running down my face! Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :lol:
http://superpunch.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-disneymarvel-mashups_31.html
Bones
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Has anyone see Da Ali G show? I had to turn it off b/c my stomach hurt too much from laughing. Ami
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OK.... where's the pirate poetry?
I'm just dying to know... since all your pirate images have me laughing so hard... what else is lurking - like a pet skunk (with a peg leg & eye patch??) with a pink stripe...
is she Cap'n P-Yuuuuuu?
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:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:
Bones
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I previously posted on this board that I sometimes have the tendency to talk to myself. Well, thanks to this post, this behavior has taken a very disturbing turn, I am now beginning to talk to myself in a Pirate voice. It is true! I was cooking last night and was uncontrollably saying to myself: "I be burnin me kitchen! I be cuttin me fingers!" Aaarggh....
I do this upside down, Billy-Idol like, lip snarl to get the words out right, I mean god, if I didn't appear crazy before I certainly do now. When I do my speed walking around the neighborhood, I'm snarling my lips and mumbling to myself: "AAaarghh, Me Be a depressed Pirate!!" Then I practice my Aaargghh's some more.....
It's hard to make an Aaarggh sound right in a depressed voice... so I've come to the conclusion that it's impossible to be both a Pirate and be depressed. I picture myself sitting on my ship making little ships-in-a-bottle but instead of putting them in glass jars I put them into used antidepressant prescription bottles then toss them into the sea.
Ok, so with this post I seem to have been ambushed by a demented tribe of feral smurfs.
Last night I admonished myself for being so silly and turned the silly part off. Oh well. I will add on later if my pirate character calls to me again. The Pirate poetry is going to take some real work for me...I promise to post it if I find it in me somewhere.
Geeze now I really do have to brush up on Pirate-talk.
I was thinking that my pet skunk, instead of having peg legs would have a leather harness with built in wings, so it can leap around on the sails, like a flying squirrel. It might need a helmet for safety reasons. Although on second thought, the skunk may prefer the pegged legs instead of wings. I can whittle the legs from the ends of termite infested pool-cues. I'm not sure what her name is yet..
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All RIGHT, then, Lassie...
if ye be a pirate...
and ye kenno' be depressed at the same time...
make little sails for the pill bottles... and float them off to the west indies... with or without messages **...
then load the cannon and bowl over the feral smurfs to kingdom come! (arse over little blue tincup, as they say...)
**would the messages say "HELP, I'm being overrun and held captive by feral smurfs!" ? Would you include a map, to help find & free you?
OK... I'll admit it... this is FUN and I'm having a blast... hope you are too.
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Yes, Phoenix, I have a big smile on my face. That's important. Allowing oneself to smile!
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Oh god, you mean the smurfs are on my ship!! How did they get on the ship!! Oh noo. Blimy!
I could shishka bob the little demented smurfs on my sword!!! Yes!! Smurf kabobs.
I bet they taste like chicken.
Aye, Matey, We be eatin smurfs.
Of course the smurfs are the perfect size to tormentingly ride around on the skunk.
The smurfs are going to be after the gold, it's hidden in the latrine!!! Hurry, Me Hearty Smoking Pigeon, dive for the gold!!
(Nah, I wouldn't make you do that..) We will figure another way to get the treasure out of the toilet (Ship's head).
We can tie the smurfs to little strings and lower them down into the toilet and make them fish the gold coins out!!
The smurfs want me to walk the plank!!! No, I'm afraid of water... NOOOOO....ANYTHING BUT THE PLANK!!
JUST wait a minute... a smurf can not even carry a lagoon of gold.
Just what the heck is going happening on this boat?
Me be laughin so harrrd, I be blowin ME boogerrrrss. Arrgggggh..
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The sails of the ship are gonna be made out of sewn-together tanned smurf hides. It will be the only pirate ship with blue sails.
Ohhhh. Stylish this ship is.. We are going to start a new trend in sailing... Blue sails!!! Every pirate will want a blue sail like ours.
We will be the envy of the pirate world..
What if there is a pirate's interior decorating magazine!!! Like Architectural digest for pirates!!
Yes, Amber, we better vacuum the skulls, the magazine editor is coming over to take some photos for the magazine article that will be showcasing our blue smurrrf sails! Arrrghhh!
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a ship's HEAD...
be it full o' boogers????
and will the smurfs get trapped????? Will rubber cement solvent take that stuff off??
O flush away, flush away... and leave the shiny gold behind!
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ROTFLMAO!!!!
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Ok, Ok, Ok. I'm not a skunk breeder, I have a few skunks only as pets.
Instead we are pirate smurf farmers. Like a puppy-mill for smurfs but with sails. Sometimes they get loose and feral and stage mutiny!
The smurfs are valuable to us because we extract their little blue boogers and distill the essence into pills!
We can sell the blue smurf booger-pills as an elixir. And we have an evil corporate empire monopoly on the blue smurf pills. WE are the only ones who can sell them. And we hunt down smurfs.
Since the smurfs hate us there are renegade smurf ships that sometimes attack us when we are not being attacked by other types of pirates.
How do we extract their boogers Amber? Do we just pick em out with our pinkys or do we have a better process?
Like if you squeeze a smurf do the boogers just come shooting out?
I bet there is an anti-cruelty to smurfs group out there somewhere. Smurf rights awareness organizations.
Maybe the smurf booger pills are so valuable that other pirates pay with gold to get some.
Now, I'm going to be thinking about how to extract smurf boogers all day. Like is there an industrial machine for this?
Or do we just make the smurfs watch a funny movie until their boogers blow out? Then we train the skunks to go get the boogers and we don't even have to get our hands dirty.
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Amber, which one of us is going to be in charge of pickin the smurf boogers? Are we going to have to fight over this or should we just draw straws?
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Helen.....
you're playing!
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I say we make the smurfs responsible for the process! Give 'em a quota...
we'll just sit back and supervise... take our profits... make charitable contributions to pirate pension island resorts... put on our tiaras...
and then figure out what's next!
How about a convent for spiritually inclined pirate princesses who - in secret - raise butterflies only to release them out into the world, mystifying the people and the scientists about their proliferation and origin, dazzling them with a flood of beauty... which cures all the emotional wounds of people everywhere, and convinces science that they will reverse global warming and save the earth from evil?
So that everyone is happy and willing and able to go play together?
That would make me smile a lot, for a long time.
I'm always amazed at the people I find who are hungry for the opportunity to play - who it is, is always surprising... what an overlooked, discounted & dismissed aspect of life, you know? It's simply not appreciated enough.
Thank you for playing with me!
:: tai chi bow out ::
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Thank you for playing with me!
:: tai chi bow out ::
Arigato gozaimasu!
:: Bow, Bow, Bow ::
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I'm replying to myself here:
The thing is, I think I'm too old to be making booger jokes. Oh well, maybe I will work my way out of boogers and graduate to something more adult like politics, actually I think I prefer boogers over politics. Possibly politicians need to make more booger jokes.
Now I'm picturing a Halloween costume of a politician that has boogers all over him. Ok, I'm letting that thought go...Whoosh..
Maybe now I will be more understanding towards adults who are doing childish things as long as the childish things are not neg, Nar-habits.
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oh.... let's not put anything off limits because it seems "too juvenile"!!
kids are wiser than they get credit for, a lot of times. And c'mon... it was FUNNY!!
on a serious note... I think that's how little ones process a lot of emotions - play & humor. It IS a gift... and you're right... politicians really, really, really need to indulge in some booger jokes!
That would bring the healthcare discussions into a real emotional perspective; there wouldn't be any misunderstandings, would there? And there should be a rule... anyone who feels he's too important to laugh at booger jokes, has to get in the hold of the priate ship with ALL of the smurfs until they at least giggle and start to feel like a real human being instead of being just their title, their suit, or some talking head.
PS... somehow, I can actually SEE Obama saying "booger" with his girls... more clearly than I can how the proposed changed to healthcare are more effective than working on the source of the problem: how much healthcare costs, in the first place.
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Anyone know what kid-age-zone is the booger and turd age. I mean at what age do kids love the words booger and turd?
Ok, I'm laughing at the embarrassing absurd stupidity of this question.
A little girl made up a poopy-poopy song for me when she was about 4 yrs old I think, But I also think kids are into booger and turd talk at an older age.
I think I may be tapping into a certain age zone, and I'm trying to define it.
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Smoofs.
A smoof might be like a smurf but a different color. Like maybe purple. Maybe it has a tail like a rat.
Maybe smoofs are clones.
I wish some smoofs would do my dishes for me.
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age range for booger & turd is probably between 4 and 9... depending on the kid, of course.
also exotic stuff - superheros - lots of pretend play - "may the force be with you"...
did you watch much TV or go to movies as a kid?
or read?
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It looks like I'm not really in the mood to play today. I'm too worried to play.
What are the smoofs doing? They are having a farting contest. Or maybe smoof is the word used to describe a smurf fart.
Maybe I need to leave smoof land and go to pirate world.
Maybe I need to dive back in to the depression sea.
Where am I today....