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the clown that cried at night - Part 1 of 2

Lili
Have you ever laughed so hard, 
you started crying? 

Have you ever felt pain so intense, a loss hurt you so much, 
that after days of crying, 
you started laughing at a funeral?

 Laughing and crying, two physical reactions that are sometimes impossible to separate.
"the sad clown" by Jordan Robin,; 14/11/14; http://www.deviantart.com/


I’m gonna be very brave right now and say something I strongly believe in: 
I think that most funny people are deeply unhappy.
I think that there has never been a mental stable and content comedian. 
Everyone who claims that they are not broken, are just trying to block it out.

I know that cracking jokes about problems is so much easier than going through therapy and the dark corners of the mind.
I believe, that – no matter how cheesy this will sound - the clown wears his mask to hide his tears. I’m sure, that the clown doesn’t want to face reality, this is a way of dealing with struggle, and he needs the distance between him and his life through his jokes and the audience.

It’s important to remember, the one who cracks the joke isn’t the one who laughs.
Have you ever met someone who is really funny, not in an immature kind of way, but his responses are witty, his timing perfect, the whole act so well written and performed?
 - When was the last time you have seen this person laugh?
It’s not easy to make a comedian laugh - the depressed clown, this image itself is as funny as it is sad.

 But depressed people are #notjustsad. 
Sometimes they never seem to be sad, but hyper and energetic and full of life. 
Sometimes they can't get out of bed but still laugh about stupid tv shows. 
Sometimes they are talented and intelligent and beautiful and loveable and they want to kill themselves despite all that. 
Sometimes they don't even want to end their life, just end the boredom and the constant loneliness, Sometimes they are out every night and dance until sunrise, 
sometimes they are not able to get up and eat or shower. 
Depression is much more than sadness. It's not a mood or a choice or a lazy lifestyle. 
Depression can be dark and pitch black, but it can also be bright red or a dusty grey colour. Depression comes in many shades.

It's not a secret that i am depressed. I stated it more than once here already. 
But just because i was diagnosed with it a few year ago, doesn't mean that i always know what i'm talking about. 
I don't know how you feel. 
I don't even know how i feel most of the time. 
I don't want to only live amongst depressed people, but the funyn thing is, i seem to attract them or they attract me, now more than ever. 
I'm talking about the sarcastic ones, those kind of people I always seem to like instantly and i can relate to the most.
The ones who wear their hatred for the world and their cynicism like a t-shirt, those who despise themselves almost more than they hate to appear vunerable or to open up, the men and women who are so self-aware and confident that they are able joke about their own failures and who are not afraid of presenting themselves as flawed human beings or to make a fool out of themselves.
I seem to fall for the people with an easy-going mentality, but at the same time such a dark and dry sense of humor that everything they say is a little bit morbid and twisted, but they are still clever and caring enough to not cross certain boundaries and are able to deliver it lightly and always to the right time.

That’s what's fascinating about high quality comedy: That it’s not fart-jokes or babbling about sex - it’s the sad truth hidden in one-liners and pain behind puns, it’s the fine line between laughing and crying that really hits home and triggers emotions.


I want to add something important, that kind of inspired me to write this: the hashtag #notjustsad on twitter (which is a good example of stereotypes about depression, like the ‘fact’ that depressed people can’t feel things, be funny or laugh). Go and check it out, let's raise more awareness about depression, let's erase stigma and let's not be shitheads.

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Rules for girls

Lili
Rule #1



Slut – someone who has a lot of sexual intercourse.

Oh be careful, you don’t wanna look like someone who gets laid a lot – 

What will the people think? 

That you are a desireable, attractive woman who lives her life the way she wants??

And oh my god how do you dare to enjoy sex?!




#Tipoftheday

Remember, a skirt that’s too short says so much about you,
 like that you have no dignity, that you are a prostitute and easy to get 
– or maybe it just says that you got legs and aren’t afraid to be proud of them. 
You show those legs, 
you got great legs, 
they do a perfect job walking you around! 
You go legs!

Rule #2



Well, first of all - how about you shave your nasty attitude?
if you think like this, your penis  most certainly is not for the ladies.

Second of all, how dare you to comment on a women's or just on another human's body, why do you think it's okay to force your rules upon me and my luscious leg hair?
if i want to shave, i will
if i want to be hairless in summer and cosy and fluffy in winter, so it will be.
if i want to keep every single piece of hair on every part of my body where i grew it over the years - then i'll even braid it for you.



Rule #3




Oh I will. 
If he needs head so bad, I will cut of his own head and hand it to him as a present 
- no existence without head.
Or I will use my head, put his penis in my mouth and bite it off, 
make him bleed more than you do in 'that time of the month'




Rule #4
Don’t think about your health, girl.
The most important thing is that you stay attractive. 
You could lay off the drugs because they are bad for your body and for your mental health, because they can ruin your life, your relationships, your future and they are fluffing expensive
 – but don’t think about that, think about how you need to be attractive for a straight male, 
and how that’s your only purpose in life.

#ProTip
Maybe he's into drugs and thinks that smoking looks hot, 
in that case buy all seasons of "Breaking Bad" and start doing meth asap.



Rule #5


Same here. 
Being attractive is rule number one no matter what. 
You little shithead are not fucking allowed to use curse words 
because that makes you damn unappealing for guys 
and you really need to appear like you give a fuck about those assholes. 
#justsaying

Rule #6

Don’t show your feelings, 
don’t treat him with respect 
and remember to hide your fondness of him. 
Be mean to him, act like you don’t care about him, hurt him.
The best thing would be if you could just ignore him and then one day 
surprisingly kill his best friend, kidnap his pet and destroy his car. 
Just that, without any explanation. 
They like it the hard way, don’t they?



Rule #7



Recent studies show – if you poop, you got an ass. 
In conclusion - you are all allowed to wear leggings! 


#PersonalTip

My own studies show: most of the men and women out there have a butt. 
A great butt. 
But that could just be me, I like butts.

Free the butt and dare to touch it, as long as they're consent!







Rule #8



Don’t you dare to speak up 
or to open your mouth 
or to use your brain 
or to be a human being with a free will. 
Don’t talk to guys when they don’t talk to you first. 
Don’t be polite or friendly, ignore your male friends unless they talk to you first. 
Imagine what a quite place this world could be.



Rule #9


A girl should never know something a guy doesn’t and a guy should never seek help. 
A guy is not allowed to not care about cars 
and a girl is supposed stare at a flat tire blankly 
until a knight in shining armour comes and rescues her. 
She doesn’t know what a tire is.
He doesn’t know what a tire is.

Nobody knows how to change a tire, nobody knows what a car is

- we just time traveled.

It’s the year 1465 and we don’t have cars yet, 
but gender stereotypes still exist.






Rule #10



Open books about legs, 
open your legs and close books, 
close your legs and write a book about blowing guys, 
blow up their legs and open guys, look at their insides and sell their organs, 
open books with your legs while blowing minds with your skills of blowing guys.



Rule #11



 That’s right, nobody likes cute people or cute puppies, 
look at him like you want to murder his family, 
act like you are a serial killer.
that will turn him on…or scare him off, 
but either way he’ll remember you.



Rule #12


 That’s right, charge him for just looking at you, 
take his money for talking to you 
and make him pay if he ever comes near  you.





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