Daily prompt: What the eye doesn’t see…

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.

It could be said (with some justification) that these days, I lead an entirely frivolous life – ie, one that’s of no weight, worth or importance. Based on that definition (Macquarie dictionary) my life has always been frivolous. (Raising kids doesn’t raise a blip on anyone’s scale of weighty worthiness: it’s part of the human condition, suck it up.)

So my question is, if I’ve been living this frivolous life since birth, why at no time in the last 72 years have I felt the frivolity? Because you have to admit that whatever the dictionary mighty say, frivolity has overtones of froth, frills and irresponsibility, and while I certainly haven’t trudged  my way through sludge and mud all the days of my life, I can swear without fear of contradiction that at no time have I skipped through fields of daisies in a cloud of bubbles.

Presumably this indicates a hole in the heart of my personality. There I was wreathed in clouds of frivolity, and I couldn’t see it.

Ho hum. Bit late now.


This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

6 Responses to Daily prompt: What the eye doesn’t see…

  1. wscottling says:

    If you ever find that field of daisies & bubbles, I’ll walk through it with you. I’m way too old to be skipping these days. That being said, all life has worth, so the dictionary can bite me.

  2. I’ve never been much for frivolity either. I think I was born sort of old. It’s not so terrible. Time equalizes everything. No one our age is frothy, at least no one I know. That’s a rather disturbing mental image, isn’t it? A frothy senior citizen?

  3. Never ever too late for a spot of frivolity. Wear purple. Eat sausages. Run your stick along the railings! Read that poem by Jenny Joseph

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s