Cheer Me Up
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- Jugarelly
Or, at least make me laugh. I just need anything to put me in a better mood.
- dusty_shackle0
*punches Jugarelly in the wang.
- dusty_shackle0
*puts hat on Jugarelly's wang. Waves goodbye as he drops him off at the park restroom.
- dusty_shackle0
Dobs, your new site looks nice. I like the update a lot.
- 7340
- Jugarelly0
Y'all aren't a very cheery bunch are you.
- alla0
- dusty_shackle0
Top Ten Ways to Cheer Up
Consider this list of the top ten ways to cheer up. The next time you feel blue try one or more of these to see what works for you. Then keep these cheering up tools handy for future use.
10. BreatheBreathing is normally a subconscious function, but conscious breathing can help reduce stress and tension. Focusing on your breathing keeps your attention on the present moment and is a common component of meditation, a proven stress reducer. Breathe deeply and slowly, noticing each breath you inhale and exhale.
9. LaughLaughter is the best medicine. Keep handy a book of jokes or a favorite comic strip cartoon. When you feel blue, immerse yourself in the humor and go for a stomach-aching full laugh. Deep laughter improves your immune system and helps you keep life's problems in perspective.
8. Return to NatureGo for a walk in a park, sit by a fountain, or gaze at a poster of your favorite ocean or mountain scene. Reflecting on a beautiful natural scene can lift your spirits.
7. GratitudeMake a brief list of three to five things in your life for which you are grateful. Reflect on each item and identify the positive way it impacts your life.
6. Give of YourselfProviding an uplifting message or thought to someone else also uplifts you. Call an elderly relative or friend. Offer a few minutes of your time to baby-sit or walk the dog for a busy neighbor. Helping another moves your focus and will improve your spirits.
5. ExerciseA brisk walk or any other form of physical exercise will improve your mood. Weed the garden or clean the house. The physical activity will help lift your mood.
4. DaydreamRecall a great vacation or a wonderful family reunion. Reflect on a card or letter someone sent you that was touching and showed they cared for you.
3. Use a StrengthWe all have unique strengths, capabilities at which we are particularly talented. Use one or more of your strengths in some activity. If you don't know your strengths, take the VIA questionnaire.
2. Tend Something You Care AboutTend to a garden, a favorite house plant, a pet, or your car. When we tend something we provide a loving, caring attention to it that is a form of giving. Tending is not a chore, it's a blessing.
1. ApologizeGuilt and regret can hang around us like a lead weight, bringing on mild depression without our awareness of the cause. Offer up a sincere apology for things you've done or said that offended or hurt another. You'll feel the relief of your burden of regret even if you aren't able to personally deliver the apology. Offering it up to the Universe is sufficient.
- I am gonna start with number one. Sorry for posting such a long post.dusty_shackle
- Jugarelly0
Ok, I'm going to try this. I'm sorry to everyone for making this post on QBN. If I've hurt anyone, I hope the damage can be undone. Please, accept my forgiveness, and have a wonderful day.
- dusty_shackle0
- Hahahhaha! Do you have a swf decompiler so I can see how they made that?Jugarelly
- ian0
- neue75_bold0
I'm 20 mins into a 3 hour conference call at the moment with 35 people... be happy you're not me..
- That's the first thing anyone has done that actually helped. I guess I get consolation from other peoples' misery.Jugarelly
- glad to have helped...neue75_bold
- what the...Jaline
- THIRTY FIVE PEOPLE???
gramme - so, you're joining 3-hour long contained crowd?gramme
- 35 people spread out between NYC, London, LA and somewhere in the Mid-West...neue75_bold
- Phone sex or Party-line?ian
- death by numbers...neue75_bold
- yeah, fyi - If I don't touch base later, it's cause I took my own life...neue75_bold
- 7340
just wait til someone posts something on here that makes you shit you laugh so hard. thats me most of the day looking at the pictures on here... silent office, then me trying not to laugh too loudly
- CALLES0
read this by David Sedaris
Boy Boy
Chapter 8 ‘Big Boy’ from ‘Me Talk Pretty One Day’ by David Sedaris:
It was Easter Sunday in Chicago, and my sister Amy and I were attending an afternoon dinner at the home of our friend John. The weather was nice, and he’d set up a table in the backyard so that we might sit in the sun. Everyone had taken their places, when I had excused myself to visit the bathroom, and there, in the toilet, was the absolute biggest turd I have ever seen in my life — no toilet paper or anything, just this long and coiled specimen, as thick as a burrito.
I flushed the toilet, and the big turd trembled. It shifted position, but that was it. This thing wasn’t going anywhere. I thought briefly of leaving it behind for someone else to take care of, but it was too late for that. Too late, because before getting up from the table, I’d stupidly told everyone where I was going. “I’ll be back in a minute,” I’d said. “I’m just going to run to the bathroom.” My whereabouts where public knowledge. I should have said I was going to make a phone call. I’d planned to urinate and maybe run a little water over my face, but now I had this to deal with.
The tank refilled, and I made a silent promise. The deal was that if this thing would go away, I’d repay the world by performing some unexpected act of kindness. I flushed the toilet a second time, and the big turd spun in a lazy circle. “Go on,” I whispered. “Scoot! Scoot!” I turned away, ready to perform my good deed, but when I looked back down, there it was, bobbing to the surface in a fresh pool of water.
Just then someone knocked on the door, and I started to panic.
“Just a minute.”
At an early age my mother sat me down and explained that everyone has bowel movements. “Everyone,” she’d said. “Even the president and his wife.” She’d mentioned our neighbors, the priest, and several of the actors we saw each week on television. I’d gotten the overall picture, but natural or not, there was no way I was going to take responsibility for this one.
“Just a minute!”
I seriously considered lifting this turd out of the toilet and tossing it out the window. It honestly crossed my mind, but John lived on the ground floor and a dozen people were seated at the picnic table ten feet away. They’d see the window open and notice something dropping to the ground. And these were people who would surely gather round and investigate. Then there I’d be with my unspeakably filthy hands, trying to explain that it wasn’t mine. But why bother throwing it out the window if it wasn’t mine? No one would have believed me except the person who had left it in the first place, and chances were pretty slim that the freak in question would suddenly stop forward and own up to it. I was trapped.
“I’ll be out in a second!”
I scrambled for a plunger and used the handle to break the turd into manageable pieces, all the while thinking that it wasn’t fair, that this was technically not my job. Another flush and it still didn’t go down. “Come on, pal. Let’s move it.” While waiting for the tank to refill, I thought maybe I should wash my hair. It wasn’t dirty, but I needed some excuse to cover the amount of time I was spending in the bathroom. “Quick,” I thought, “Do something.” By now the other guests were probably thinking I was the type of person who uses dinner parties as an opportunity to defecate and catch up on my reading.
“Here I come. I’m just washing up.”
One more flush and it was all over. The thing was gone and out of my life. I opened the door, to find my friend Janet, who said, “Well, it’s about time.” And I was left thinking that the person who’d abandoned the huge turd had no problem with it, so why did I? Why the big deal? Had it been left there to teach me a lesson? Had the lesson been learned? Did it have anything to do with Easter? I resolved to put it all behind me, and then I stepped outside to begin examining the suspects.