Crying Fool

Lately I've began more and more to pay attention to women with a comic point of view. Some of my friends, or just passers-by, repeatedly give me ideas like "Oh, this feature could be used so funny ..." For example today on the street, I saw a girl my age who actually provoked and inspired me for this post. She was peroxide blonde, with that lollipop type of figure (or maybe a panda ice cream when it’s not only the head but the body and the head of a panda on a stick) when the legs are thin-thin, and on top of them planted quite oval, a bit fat body, short neck and a very round head. However the most amusing was the fact that she was very sad, even tearful. For sure I sound a bit harsh, but she's the only one who fascinated me. Even my 11 year-old niece has an absolutely ridiculous voice (Seriously, it sounds like a grown male trying to do clearly unnatural high, squeaky, begging voice). Don’t get me wrong, I don’t laugh at other people’s shortcomings (I don’t think of them so, but fine, let's call them that), I see them as privileges, like special highlights that are not given to simple and thus more of a mortal peoploids.

Inability to laugh at yourself generates more reason to take offense at others, thereby isolating you in the list of "those with whom you cannot joke." (Well, okay, we can have a good time without jokes. Without even a single joke in your direction. We can read a book. And even better if we do it separately. Everyone alone at home. Mmm. I bet your friends truly hate you).

 I believe that the biggest mistake of most women is fear to look silly, to be a little fool, this frantic mania to fix yourself, to repair, to replace, to hide, to become a role model, what a fucking waste of time. However no one even thinks how funny it could be the way it is. (Hence: laughter is positive, you make people laugh, they like you for it, they add you to friends and they like your photos, and there is no need for the 57th photo with unfunny ducky face). Of course there is a side where a woman wants to be a simply beautiful woman, because the devil editor of a women's magazine said so, but ... oh my God ... I cannot refute this ... something’s not allow me to ... ah, it's just that chip integrated in my brain that controls me, so then I won’t think too much and won’t say anything wrong that could affect the sale of the magazine.

Anyway, whether it is a big nose (potato type, pear type, eagle, slightly melted Toblerone, it doesn’t matter, I love big noses) plompy silly cheeks, Excessive thinness, extra folds (simple love handles and complex handles), a large height and clumsiness, small height and funny bouncing gait, risible voice of any kind, speech defects, nationality, your life, manners, and even personality traits that somehow annoy or amuse others. Add to this a little observation of yourself and the outside world and in theory the golden key is yours. All this (and more) is priceless, I think. As long as you are able to notice it in yourself with humour and take the piss out of it (so that no one else can do it with you again * tear *).

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