📰 Thursday, June 4, 2026 — 8:38 a.m.
My orange furball threw up last night.
I felt bad.
Usually I keep Simba on a pretty strict diet because his stomach is sensitive.
Yesterday I got home late after shopping and didn’t stay on top of it.
Bam.
Cat puke.
Not exactly how I planned the evening.
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The prompt asks:
What’s your favorite meme?
Honestly, I don’t use that many emojis or memes.
The one I use the most is probably the thumbs-up emoji.
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It usually means:
“I’m okay.”
Or:
“Got it.”
Simple.
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But with my mom?
That’s different.
I love sending her videos and GIFs of Trump doing that awkward dance.
Not because of politics.
Because it makes me laugh.
There’s something about the awkwardness of it.
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And then I started thinking.
When you’re a kid, you never really stop and think:
“Am I being silly?”
You just are.
You dance.
You laugh.
You make weird noises.
You do dumb things.
And nobody really cares.
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Then one day something changes.
You become aware of yourself.
You start wondering:
“What are people thinking?”
“Do I look stupid?”
“Do I look weird?”
And somehow being silly becomes awkward.
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But maybe awkwardness isn’t the problem.
Maybe the problem is becoming uncomfortable with being silly in the first place.
Because some of the happiest people I know still have a little bit of that child left in them.
They laugh.
They play.
They don’t take themselves quite so seriously.
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Maybe growing up isn’t learning how to stop being silly.
Maybe it’s learning how to be silly again.
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