If we were having coffee, it’s a little bit funny

What a strange day of the week to invite someone over for coffee. I don’t know about you, but I drink coffee every day, so I guess it does not matter. Welcome in.

If we were having coffee, we’d reminisce on how long it’s been since I last wrote a coffee post. I’ve been concentrating on writing my one blog post per month, which is not related to any link -up. In the process I’ve overlooked the ‘personal blog’ aspect of this blog. Time and energy to write is not on my side these days. It is frustrating when you are too tired to string two words together, never mind a whole comprehensive sentence, paragraph, blog post.

So I don’t sweat the mundane. Who’d want to read it, anyway? You? Well, you’re still here.

Many of my friends and family have been much too busy, also. There’s so much on our mind.  As a society, collectively that is. With words such as “nuclear threat” and “World War three”,  being thrown into many a casual conversation–it is no wonder.

“Oh, you’re on Twitter,” I asked a colleague.

“Of cause. It’s a lot of fun. I follow Trump,” she replied.

“Yea, he’s such a clown.”

“Did you hear government is in secret negotiations to sell weapon grade uranium?”

“It does not surprise me. They are all so corrupt.”

I live in a country, which is one of the worlds largest uranium exporters. We have our own conspiracies, and hope that the people at the top are at least not that dumb. What could we do against a nuclear threat? And since we rely on imports, what would we do if the world put sanctions against us?

It seems so insignificant, to read or write a random blog post. Bla, Bla, the world keeps turning–Bla, Bla.

Yet, here I am, using what little time I have to spare to share a bit of trivia.

I’ve been quiet. Not just here, but on my What’s App groups and other Social Media. Withdrawn. Sometimes I look at these groups,  Facebook and Twitter and notice that some people are forever sharing mundane Meme’s or jokes.

Someone in one of my groups is lying in hospital, literally on her death bed. I read several of shared Meme’s or jokes of hers every day.

The truth is sometimes just too hard to face. Without a little humor we’d break under all the weight.

I dislike all those automated DM people send on Twitter once you follow them. But this one stuck out so here it is. I hope it at least makes you smile the way it made me smile.

***

A writer died and was given the option of going to heaven or hell.

She decided to check out each place first. As the writer descended into the fiery pits, she saw row upon row of writers chained to their desks in a steaming sweatshop. As they worked, they were repeatedly whipped with thorny lashes.

“Oh my,” said the writer. “Let me see heaven now.”

A few moments later as she ascended into heaven, she saw rows of writers, chained to their desks in a teaming sweatshop. As they worked, they, too were whipped with thorny lashes.

“Wait a minute,” said the writer.

“This is just as bad as hell!”

“Oh no, it’s not,” replied an unseen voice. “Here, your work gets published.”

***

Credit goes to Jeanette@Polar_Bear_Edit for this bit of sunshine. Now here’s an idea for a DM which is a conversation starter. Just sayin’.

Ha. Ha. . . Let’s lighten up and remember that God / the universe / whatever you insert here–has the best sense of humor.

If we were having coffee, we’d talk about the economy.  We’d mention the crazy weather and crazy politicians. We’d share cute baby pictures and videos. But mostly, If we were having coffee we’d laugh.

I’m linking this post up with the next #WeekendCoffeeShare hosted by Part Time Monster.

If we were having coffee, what would we laugh about? Let me know in the comments or write up your own coffee post.

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profile-pic-2Sarina often sat on the peaks of the dunes of Southern Africa watching the ocean tide drift in. A daydreamer, often dreaming up stories for lands somewhere over the rainbow. She is a mother, a wife, a blogger and an overall creative spirit. Above all, she is a human being.

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7 thoughts on “If we were having coffee, it’s a little bit funny”

  1. Love that writer joke.

    I don’t drink coffee. Can’t stand the stuff, and don’t like it sitting down either. *wink* I drink tea all the time though, so I’ll order some of that to drink while you have your coffee, if you don’t mind.

    Honestly, I can’t think of that many things there have been to laugh about lately. I can think of a few good things that have happened: My Mother got a new puppy, we got one a few months before, I’m in the process of getting my backlist of books produced in audio and that’s going well, the chinchillas are doing well, and our remaining degu is coping better than expected on his own now that he’s learned to trust us again. So, though I don’t have much that can make you laugh, at least I have some good things to share.

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  2. We would laugh for the sheer joy of laughing. And because laughing, joyful people are impossible to control.

    We would laugh because, if devastation comes, it will come whether we are happy or depressed – but happy inevitably makes for a better world.

    We would not laugh at (or pay any undue attention to) Mr. Trump. We are so much more than our government. If it becomes a snag in the flow of life, we’ll use our joyful laughter to find the way around the resistance.

    We would laugh because I totally don’t get that writer joke, except intellectually. No one ever has to chain my to the laptop; I come willingly, like a moth to the flame. Even when the words singe my wings, I’m exaltant, elevated, transformed.

    We would laugh at life, and death, and the spaces between – because sometimes, that’s the only response there is.

    We’d sip, and wipe away the tears our laughter birthed, and, somehow, we’d be stronger and more healed at the end of it all.

    Thanks for inviting my over! =D

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