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In which Kevin tells me to be funny

 

My husband just told me he thought I needed to be writing more “funny” posts.  I just looked at him like he was daft.  I mean, I’ve been with him for 25 years. TWENTY FIVE YEARS!  Which part of I’m in a melancholy, serious mood is difficult to understand?  If I could write some funny shit, trust me, I’d be writing some funny shit.  But, I’m in a mood people! A MOOD!! 

When I first met Kevin, we were both  25 years old.  It took a while for me to realize that this was going to work out because I’m so moody that just because I like something or somebody one day doesn’t mean I’ll like it or them the next.  I suppose that’s also a consistent trait with being ADD, which I am, you are and I’m pretty sure just about everybody is.  At any rate, we’ve known each other for a long time at this point. 

Back in the day …  (don’t you just love saying that?  It’s like “when me and Abraham Lincoln used to walk through the snow to get to school …”  Hahaha…) No really, back in the early days of our marriage when I would get melancholy Kevin would get worried.  I was never one of those people you see in the commercials who just stays in bed with everybody looking all concerned because they’re completely unengaged in life.  Nope, that wasn’t me.  I did what I needed to do, interacted with the kids and other people, even laughed and made fun of people (I have never, NEVER, been in a mood so grim I couldn’t make fun of people.  I made fun of my mom at her own funeral and she was dead! But, of course, that’s a story for another day, isn’t it?).  No, I would simply get sad, quiet and melancholy.  Usually, this starts at Thanksgiving and lasts through March. 

Anyways, back in the day I would see Kevin looking at me all concerned with that “puppy dog look” and it would PISS ME OFF.  When you’re a person who gets depressed and someone else looks at you all sad because they’re feeling bad because they CAN’T HELP, it pisses you off.  “Is there anything I can do?” Kevin would ask.  I’d pretty much bite his head off.  It has taken years, and I mean years, for me to convince Kevin that my moods are MY MOODS and he can’t fix the damn things.  And furthermore, having me feeling guilty because he’s worried about me only exacerbates the situation so, could he please, PLEASE just go about his normal life and realize that I am a functioning human being who is capable of coping on my own?  I don’t need any extra albatrosses around my neck.  

Why am I telling you this?  I don’t know.  Perhaps because it’s MY DAMN BLOG and I can say whatever I want.  Perhaps it’s because people who don’t have these mood swings don’t realize that they’re not all that controllable.  Perhaps it’s because people always expect me to be funny.  And this serious, unfunny me isn’t what they want.  Perhaps it’s because I haven’t had enough coffee yet and certainly need to rectify that.  Perhaps it’s because if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that you can’t fight city hall.  What does that even mean?  I just go with the flow.  I no longer fight the moods. I embrace them and just ride them.  I might be funny in one hour, one day or one week.  It’ll come back.  It always does.  Is this blog getting too maudlin?  Perhaps later when I throw some more chemicals in the mix I’ll tell a funny story.  I can still do that. 

Shit!  I just went back and proofread this entry.  If the person who spewed this shit came up to me, I’d probably punch them.  HAHAHA.   I realize that there’s absolutely no point to this entry.  Just me rambling on as usual.  The funny will come back.  Just be patient … or don’t …

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25 Comments

  1. Abby
    January 10, 2011

    Whhhoa.
    1) you ARE funny. Who else tells their readers to go fuck themselves without a second thought?
    2) I read this when there was blood in my caffiene and went Whhhhoaaa whaaat? (ever see Finding Nemo? Remember that stoned turtle? Yeah, he’s more awake than me right now.)

    • Abby
      January 10, 2011

      PS. My dearest does that to me too. I’ll be in a really low cycle and he’ll say “SMILE!”

      What the fuck, man? Smiling isn’t going to cure this shit. lol.

  2. Lynn
    January 10, 2011

    Abby..you are my biggest fan (I’m pretty sure) and I really do appreciate it. I love waking up to your comments. I can never be completely not funny, just more serious. I hate when he tried to micromanage my moods although he’s much improved in that.

    We moody chicks just wanna be left alone, right? RIGHT?

    Love ya,

    Lynn

    • Abby
      January 10, 2011

      Lol! I’m working on that “I’m. Grumpy. Leave me ‘lone!”

      And me being your biggest fan? Yeah, you (in my head) sound just like me. So really, I’m just ego maniacal. We’re too cool not to be fans. :o)

      • Lynn
        January 10, 2011

        Hahaha…if I’m the voice in your head then you must have one fucked up brain. Hahaha!!! I’m kidding…peeps like us are the bomb!

  3. blueviolet
    January 10, 2011

    You have to just be whatever you’re feeling. If YOU are content with what you’re blogging, then who cares what anyone else thinks!

    • Lynn
      January 10, 2011

      Wel…that’s pretty much my philosophy right now, although I WOULD love to increase my readership, I’m certainly not going to change. So, I’ll just keep on keeping on.

  4. Rebecca
    January 10, 2011

    I’ve never been in a mood so bad I couldn’t make fun of people either. But at their funeral??

    That might just be a level of fooked up-ness I never knew existed.

    • Lynn
      January 10, 2011

      yeah…it’s difficult to explain but something happened that was so typical of my mom that we couldn’t resist.

      • Rebecca
        January 10, 2011

        Actually, I think it’s great! Ha!

        The more I think about it, the more I realize it’s something I could see myself doing.

        • Lynn
          January 10, 2011

          yeah…i ended up cracking up at both of my parents funerals with my brothers and my husband. inappropriate humor i suppose

  5. NotJustAnotherJennifer
    January 10, 2011

    I totally get it. It’s not me at all, but I get it. One of my best friends is like that. Not trying to “fix” you or anything, but if you are like that from Thanksgiving to March for real, maybe you have seasonal affective disorder, too? Just sayin… Beyond that, though, feel what you feel, do what you do, and remind him it’s just you and not to worry about it. :)

    • Lynn
      January 10, 2011

      I do have SAD but I’m all good…tomorrow I have a very funny post, at least in my opinion

  6. Theresa Sonoda
    January 10, 2011

    I get this because I get moods and ‘they ain’t pretty’ sometimes, and that’s just how it is. And like you, most people expect my blog to be funny. Sometimes I don’t want to write funny, and when I don’t, then my readership drops off. OH WELL. So I get this shit you’re spewing, lady. So go on ahead and spew.

    I do like your funny shit though.

    • Lynn
      January 10, 2011

      Hahaha…I suppose I’d rather be funny too but I can’t force it, ya know? Tomorrows post is funny…I promise

  7. Sharon
    January 10, 2011

    So, are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong? hehe. . . .

    I give you permission to come unglued on me for even asking!

    Can you believe people actually think they are responsible for making others “FEEL” a certain way? I mean really? Most of those same people would think you were telling the truth if you told them they were responsible for the last major earthquake too!

    Go on, have your moods. . . whatever they are!

    • Lynn
      January 10, 2011

      Why thank you…not that I could stop them anyway but people annoy me trying to fix it…

  8. Lady Estrogen
    January 10, 2011

    Ramblings are always fun!
    My husband doesn’t think I’m funny either – poop on him – I think I’m frickin’ hilarious. At least I entertain myself; that’s all that matters, after all. LOL.

    adventuresinestrogen.blogspot.com

    • Lynn
      January 11, 2011

      Eh…he thinks I’m funny…I’m pretty sure that’s why we are still married cuz I sure don’t do anything around here. He just wanted me to get over my mood.

  9. Pixi
    January 11, 2011

    Damn, I’ve been so busy in my own head & trying to keep occupied, taking kind of a blog break (despite my twitter addiction, I know), that I didn’t realize you were recently feeling so down, Ms. Lynn.

    I’ve had terrible S.A.D for years now. Seemed to be a lil better this year for once, but it’s awful.

    • Lynn
      January 11, 2011

      Down, up…day by day…no worries…I’ve been dealing for years sweetie! Don’t fret

  10. Samantha
    January 11, 2011

    I think you’re funny too. As for being in a MOOD. Been there, done that. Thankfully my husband (whom I’ve been training from a much younger age, though we haven’t been together as long) understands when I’m in a MOOD he just needs to fuck off. And he does. It’s pretty great. Sometimes he brings me wine. That helps too. Be one with your mood, go with the flow, and by all means DRINK MORE COFFEE. It can’t hurt, right?

    • Lynn
      January 11, 2011

      Well…I have him trained MOSTLY…but occasionally I think he’s daft…like the other day

  11. Leigh Ann
    January 15, 2011

    I think you are damn funny. I just started reading but I guess I can’t wait for March!

    • Lynn
      January 15, 2011

      Well thanks…I’m just in a more consistently good mood then. Now I have to get even funnier!!!

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