OK, no kidding. Words that describe me typically do not include anything involving graveness or solemnity. I am not, by most barometers, a serious person.
I’ve been wondering lately if this is a benefit for me, or a major problem. All the really great minds throughout history have been deep thinkers — troubled, brooding, sedate. But come on, do I really have to be Immanuel Kant to have powerful thoughts?
I just don’t take myself very seriously. Is that ok with you? I have been in arguments with women who suggest I am just too happy.
I have sometimes worried that in order to be a true disciple of the Savior, I need to make myself more sober and sensible. But, I am so sorry, it’s just not in me. I have a powerful testimony of the Savior, but it just doesn’t come out of me as sobriety.
I would rather laugh and be silly than just about anything. I’m sure many will say I am somehow masking my inner pain and tumult.
You might be right.
But really, do I want to unearth inner pain and tumult? I don’t think so. OK, go ahead and tell me about emotional health and all that yadda, yadda, yadda. I kind of don’t want to hear it.
I’m just going to continue to smile and let my un-brooding self enjoy this crazy and insane life I’m living. There’s really no point in doing much else.
You know, some say Nietzsche and Kierkegaard were quite the comedians — Yah. Who knew. So maybe, just maybe…
Is there anyone else in the world who is a writer/poet/thinker who doesn’t always think deeply? Can I be the only shallow person around? Come on. . . fess up.