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It's all me, baby!
Swimming exhausts me for the entire next day, so you can imagine how buggered I am tonight after a lesson. I'm at the tired level where all my filters start to shut down one by one, so anything that's in my head starts to just come out. Fortunately typing filters things a little bit. But not much. I only just avoided replying to someone by saying, "Just send money... or naked pictures..." Given I don't know them that well, I rethought that one... just...
Anyway, my point here is my general silliness. After ten years of marriage, Sharon has just discovered that the silly stuff I do around her, mum, and other people, I also do when I'm on my own.
I thought she knew!
I was really surprised. I mean, I wasn't hiding it. Hell, I can't pass a mirror without gurning, or checking out how my body looks in different poses, and trying to decide which pose is funniest/stupidest/most likely to get a laugh. I talk to myself in silly voices. I mean I couldn't be as constant with my silliness if I wasn't this way when she wasn't around. The facade would slip. Oh I have my serious,
quiet times. Lots of them. But the random acts of stupidity are always lurking in the background. And just because no-one else is present, so what?!
Shaz - 'I didn't realise you still do this stuff when you have no audience!'
Me - 'There's always an audience. Just because I can't see them doesn't mean they aren't there.'
harveystoat,
gutter_monkey? I figure you're the two who would most be likely to do the same.
Life's too short not to be enjoying it every instant you can. Back me up, someone!
Anyway, my point here is my general silliness. After ten years of marriage, Sharon has just discovered that the silly stuff I do around her, mum, and other people, I also do when I'm on my own.
I thought she knew!
I was really surprised. I mean, I wasn't hiding it. Hell, I can't pass a mirror without gurning, or checking out how my body looks in different poses, and trying to decide which pose is funniest/stupidest/most likely to get a laugh. I talk to myself in silly voices. I mean I couldn't be as constant with my silliness if I wasn't this way when she wasn't around. The facade would slip. Oh I have my serious,

Shaz - 'I didn't realise you still do this stuff when you have no audience!'
Me - 'There's always an audience. Just because I can't see them doesn't mean they aren't there.'
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Life's too short not to be enjoying it every instant you can. Back me up, someone!
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That's not much of an option. :D
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So, are you similar? Doing the voices, actions, etc. to an audience of one as often to a crowd?
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:D
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I also find practicing the faces means I retain the sense memory of how it feels to pull that face, so I can them bring it up when needed.
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I've never been (hangover) drunk , but I strongly suspect DrunkMe would be ten times worse then TiredMe. (Or I'd be REALLY obnoxious - again, not checking things that I say.)
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Oh the possibilities...
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THAT didn't go down well. :D
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Sharon gets amourous! :D
Then quickly falls asleep :( lol
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I make all sorts of dirty promises to Lee with I'm drunk and then fall swiftly into unconsciousness as soon as my head hits the pillow.
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Of course, it hasn't stopped. I sing to myself while on my bicycle, a trucker actually honked his horn at me once. It was a beautiful moment. :-)
Life is too short to be consistently serious, jump on a biscuit and eat a trampoline.
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Actually, I'd like to do that. Work in some place where suits were required, get myself to the point of being indispensible, and then start wearing increasingly strange or oddly-coloured suits. Hell, even a white suit would screw with'em.
There used to be a Melbourne fan in the 80's, Angus, who had a tartan three-piece suit.
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By "bounce" I mean leap 2 footed around the house.
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Or if it's something revolting, same thing, with word-replacement "Aaaahhhhhh!"
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also, i've heard kerry doing all his silly stuff when i'm half asleep. he doesn't stop talking to himself or making up songs, or telling computers how horrible they are, just cos there's no audience.
there's always an audience, whatever your spiritual beliefs are, there's someone watching.
also, how could sharon not know that you do that stuff when she's not around...when she's not there to see it?
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Hand slowly goes up.
And the other thing I do when alone is dance around the house rather than walk. Well, not dance exactly, but perfrom aerobic moves. I'll grapevine, sashay, box step and easy walk from room to room because I feel so FREE!
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* Drhoz doesn't come under this. He's used to me doing odd little things randomly.