Don’t mind if I do!  Folks who know me are aware…poor souls…that a tired Vicki is trouble.  Yes, yes – on occasion, exhausted moi morphs into a crankster…a crabby patty…but just as often, I’m plagued by gargantuan giggle fits when sleep’s eluded me.  Childlike humor takes over…a full regression into a maturity level akin to toddlers.  Poorly behaved toddlers.  (Actually, strike that.  I feel like I’m maligning toddlers and who wants to do that?  Not me. I LOVE toddlers.  They are aware of rules, generally, but sashay right by them, professing innocence with those wide-eyed ‘who me?’ stares.) 

When I’ve crossed over to bedlam, suddenly EVERYTHING is funny.  Simple mishaps and goofy antics become epic freefalls of hilarity.  Sometimes the unsuspecting onlooker will join in – I’m famous for sweeping others in, before they know the peril they’re in.  Isn’t it amazing that belly laughs can do that – pull people closer – either to join in or gawk? Mostly gawk, I suppose – especially when they’re not in on the joke.  Or worse, when there IS no joke.  Just a scene…lots of snorting, incoherent speech.  You get the picture.  I’m grateful my family tolerates me when I become stupid-silly-me.  (Wait – I think they tolerate me, but now that I think about it, where did everyone go?)

Today is one of those days.  I could bust out, ride the wave to goofy town, at any moment.  Without warning. I thought you should know.  And no, it has nothing to do with a hangover or too much New Year’s Eve fun.  I drank iced tea, okay?  And coffee – it was medicinal.  Whether it’s the sweet pooch Sadie and her nocturnal roaming or time-of-life fun for me where sleep becomes elusive, I’m kinda a walking zombie.  (Oh geez – no offense intended toward any respectable, non-brain-noshing zombies. They probably need love, too, right?)

What’s helping me?  As I plopped at my desk a while ago, I moved a pile of this-and-that; the same pile I’ve been herding around my desk that’s needed attention for months, and found…believe it or not, a Dostoevsky quote that provided much needed grounding. 

I don’t know how long it will last, or when a spontaneous snooze will commence or more silly will surface, but I loved this normalizing, liberating thought.  I think it excuses my overwrought self, just a bit:

“Talk nonsense, but talk your own nonsense, and I’ll kiss you for it.  To go wrong in your own way is better than to go right in someone else’s.”

-F. Dostoevsky

Nonsense? Who’s to say?!  I know I’m being fully myself today but it’s just one of my fun facets (that’s my story and I am sticking to it).  Maybe what seems like incoherence to others might result in a flash of brilliance or insight.  It could happen.  I mean I’m open to it.  But if it’s coming, it should hustle.  I feel a nap coming on. 

Happy New Year, with love!

Vicki ❤

17 thoughts on “Talk Nonsense, You Say?

    1. I for one believe that the world could use a little more toddler-like exuberance 🙂 And a lot more giggles. And more sleep, too. I’ve often felt that cats were misunderstood. They behave marvelously if you let them have the required 23.5 hours of sleep a day 😛

      And maybe it’s a good thing to follow Shaw’s sage advice about “If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance.”

      Let’s make a resolution for 2023 to dance more? 🙂

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      1. I adore you, EW! More toddler-like exuberance? Yes! Agree! And you’re cracking me up about cats and their sleep requirements—ONLY 23.5 hours, eh? Most of all, cheers to more dancing. Love it! ❤️❤️❤️

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        1. I love that you get me and took the comment in the spirit it was intended. Yes, more dancing — it’s good for the body, it’s good for the soul… And wouldn’t we be better off if we exercised more child-like exuberance? 🙂

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  1. I’d say this post is your flash of brilliance, Vicki! Love the Dostoevsky quote and your warm-hearted reaction to too little sleep. I’d say you are a master of turning bad into good if you giggle when sleep-deprived!! Love it! XOXO

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  2. Laughter is good for the soul, so keep on giggling! Gosh, we are more alike than I realized! When I’m extremely tired, I’ll sometimes get chatty and talk absolutely nonsense… goats in fields of blackberries, paper mache pigs being set on fire, and then work myself into a gigle-fit. My boyfriend actually commandeered my massive “to-do” whiteboard when I got sick and transformed it the Erin quote board. It’s embarrassing and, at the same time, absolutely hilarious. I appreciate the Dostoevsky quote–I haven’t read him since high school, but ❤️❤️❤️

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    1. Oh!!!! Do you know how much I love that – knowing that you’re a hopeless giggle mess at times?!? I’m not alone! And your quote board sounds like a treasure…whoa boy! Thanks for sharing, Erin. Xo! ❤️😉❤️

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  3. This was both funny and wondrously relatable, Vicki! And tired giggles are often the best kind because they’re unrestrained. Some of my favorite memories involve those snorting, goofy, laugh so hard that you’re crying moments. But… I do hope you’ve managed to get some sleep. 😊🤍

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