Is Your Blog Post Yours or Does it Belong to Someone Else?

My levels of stupid are fairly healthy… compared to my levels of other things. In fact (yes, I used the word ‘fact’ on the internet cue the theme from Jaws…) being stupid is probably the healthiest aspect of me being me.

I have a sweet spot for stupid me. She (yup, I’m messing with pronouns) makes me laugh in a way that even the corniest joke (I love those) or the dumbest meme (pmsl) or the silliest take on being human (I really shouldn’t laugh at that as hard as I do) does not do.

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I find myself hilarious…

…it’s better than curling up into a ball of nose-snot excess (where is this stuff coming from!?! and why????) unable to breathe intense sobbing and wanting to kill yourself repeatedly, yet never find satisfaction from doing it again and again (FU YOLO)…

oops, that got a bit uncomfortably…. y’know.

…other people sometimes find my stupidity hilarious too, just not always for the same reasons. Whatev’s! Shrugs. Hurts shoulder… shrugs again. OW! People are smiling, laughing, that’s a good thing, right, keep doing thing which makes frowny people smile and laugh… considering the levels of seriousness in this world, a bit of gaffawing is healthy, yeah? If your stupid makes them laugh (and feel smart)… so be it.

However sometimes my levels of stupid are just not good enough. Other people do it better and make me feel ashamed, envious, jealous, not up to scratch… a big failure at being stupid.

Perhaps I should just give up on being stupid… but you should never give up on your dreams (that wasn’t my original dream, I adopted it… no, it adopted me), don’t be afraid to fail (embrace it!!!), turn impossible into I’m possible… and other stuff (which sometimes makes my skin crawl) like that.

I didn’t set out to excel (be mediocre) at being stupid, it just sort of happened and then I was like… like this is totally me!!! Finally I can be me without regrets… (cue Jaws music).

I stopped shaving my moustache (yep, women have those too) and decided to make it my claim to fame like Dali, dude! I saw him once in the street – I knew it was him because of the moustache (he was much taller than I expected him to be or was that because I fell flat out on the pavement when I realised it was him)!

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Anyway – that’s the word I use when I know that my stupid is doing the talking and writing for me and I have no idea what I’m saying. Didn’t Churchill or some other cigar say something about keeping going and going like the energiser bunny which used to be the duracell bunny but then they got competitive in a stupid legal kind of way and…

Anyway…

I’m a scatterbrain, otherwise known as… um (some people hate it when you use ‘um’)… something or other, never mind… that’s the problem – you’re not minding your mind and someone else steps up to be a nanny for it. You didn’t ask them to be, your mind is fine wandering off and falling off the monkey bars, bumps and bruises do it good, but somehow they appointed themselves as keeper of your mind and now you have to listen to their rules for you which really don’t concern you but they want you to be concerned about them because it causes them much consternation…

Sigh!

That would be a HEAVY SIGH… but some people hate it when you use CAPS.

For all you nannies of other people’s wandering minds, who live in the nation of con and stern, this one is for you:

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I may have no sense… of time – as in time according to you and your tick-tock watch, but I do have my own sense of it and that’s my elixir of exuberance which scares the pedantic namby-pamby out of you. Then your fear has to become mine, even though… um… whatev’s…

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“Prudence Pedantic went simply frantic when her big brother said t’ain’t, but when her young brother said h’ain’t got none nuther, she fell on the floor in a faint.” – I have no idea where I read that, some rhyme book a long time ago, so I can’t credit the source and author because that rhyme is all I can recall, but it makes me laugh every time it pops up in my mind – which is always when I’m dealing with a pedant.

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This post started where it forgot itself.

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The other day I did something stupid which led me to find something stupid (?) that someone else had done – someone had used one of my posts verbatim, and they (or the media platform they were using) claimed my post as being written by them.

That wasn’t the stupid part of it.

The stupid part was me sharing what I had found with someone else by word of the mouthy mouth.

I thought it was funny (and my copyright section on my blog does say – take what you need). They got annoyed and expected me to do something about it. Sheesh! WTF am I supposed to do if someone else wants to claim my words as their own. I mean… my words, my voice, has gotten me into so much trouble when I blurt… so… let someone else deal with it, the consequences of being me and the shit I say, for a while. See how they like that holiday and the tummy troubles it causes.

As long as they don’t keep doing it (doubt it) or decide to accuse me of plagiarism – really not sure how I’d deal with someone accusing me of stealing my own voice from them, probably the same way I have dealt with similar situations before. Look blank, shrug and say – you want it that badly, have it. I have more of this stuff just waiting to pop out of me like a naked and screaming baby (unfortunately, ha!). Don’t come crying to me when being me bites you in the…. (now you know why mine is so plump).

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