Playing the Fool: Fool me once, or twice…April Fools! #BoostYourBlog

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Boost Your Blog Writing Prompt: April 1, 2013

#BoostYourBlog – Playing the Fool.

 Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me.

*I am participating (and hosting) a daily blog writing prompt challenge through BloggerPR, Boost Your Blog! You’ll find a writing prompt for every day of the month (Monday-Friday with weekends off!) and more information about this blog challenge through the official Boost Your Blog Challenge writing prompts page on BloggerPR.net. Today I am telling you two sad stories that explain a younger version of me playing the fool in preschool and kindergarten. This is the type of fun you can have when you challenge yourself! Plus, I am giving ONE participant 30-days of free sidebar advertising on MamaNYC and BloggerPR! Challenge yourself, your blog, and your writing skills with the #BoostYourBlog Challenge today!

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TODAYS WRITING PROMPT: April Fools! When have you been the fool?

We all feel like we’re playing the fool from time to time. Things happen, people trick us, companies scam us, or we trip while walking up the stairs in front of millions of people to accept an Oscar. If your lucky, your name is Jennifer Lawrence and you can make falling like a fool look like the most stylish and graceful fall — ever. 

Feeling like a fool can hurt. Fools generally feel betrayed, lied to, scammed, heartbroken, and undeniably humiliated. Depending on the situation, fools can either rebound in a matter of moments {a la Jennifer Lawrence}. The unluckier fool can feel the pain for days, weeks, months, or the unfortunate lifetime sentence of years or even decades.

I can think of plenty of times in my life when I felt fooled, or knew I was being fooled. There’s been the oh-so-hilarious "I’m pregnant!… April FOOLS!" prank played on me by a dozen or more of my girlfriends. It never seemed to grow old in high school. Now that I am a mature grown woman, I can safely say that the pregnancy prank is old {I’m pretty sure it is?}.

 

April Fools Day Playing the Fool

 

There are a lot of opportunities in my past that left me indisputably embarrassed and ashamed, or otherwise known as a "fool".  Let’s go back to the very first time in my life that I remember feeling like a fool. I was 4 years old and my father had decided it would be an excellent idea if he gave me a haircut.  Why? I will never know. 

Financial reasons? Absolutely not.

Snowed in for a few months and couldn’t get to a barbershop? Never.

He surprised us and went to beauty school? Nope. 

I got the bowl cut. You know the one where a large bowl is placed upside down on your head and scissors cut whatever is exposed from the rim and downwards? Yeah — THAT haircut. 

My father did an "okay" job on most of my longer strands (cut straight across; not too difficult?). It was the bangs. He did a bowl-cut style to my bangs. Instead of stopping near the left outer ends of my forehead, I had bangs that went as far back as my ears. I really {really} wish I had a visual for all of you right about now. It was the worst thing he could have done to me.

I was only 4 years old, but this was also my introductory stage as a student. I was in the infantry stage of learning how to deal with my peers. It was wintertime when the fateful bowl cut was cursed upon my hair, so I was fortunate enough to be able to wear a snow hat on the bus. 

Thank goodness! There were older boys on the bus (I am being serious, which is sad.) and I had a crush on a handful of them. The last thing that I wanted wa for those boys to notice my bowl-cut bangs. My reputation was at stake. It was bade enough that my fellow classmates had to see this hairdo. I couldn’t dream about what the kindergarteners would think of me! 

I felt like a FOOL.

 

Tarot Card Fool Jester

 

I was utterly humiliated at how I looked and it was the first time in my life that I felt that way. I had a hard lesson on a few different types of emotions over the following weeks until my hair grew out and mom rescued me back to the hair salon.

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It wouldn’t be until another event occurred in kindergarten nearly 9-months later that I would feel that way again. We were only 2-3 days into the start of my career as a kindergartener as we sat in a semi-circle formation in our classroom for story hour.

I remember gazing across the circle at a boy. His name is Dave. He was cute. I was 5, but he was cute. 

It was gym day and that meant that we had to wear our gym clothes underneath our long pants and sweatshirts. 

Once story time came to a close, our teacher announced that it was time to prepare for gym class, so we all began to remove the outer layers of our clothing.

Mind you — I am still staring.

I stared, and stared, and obviously stared a lot more than I should have. 

I was so distracted that I removed my gym clothes, too. I sat there in a predicament and quickly put my clothing BACK on for gym class — praying not a single soul in that kindergarten class had caught a glimpse of what I had just done. I once again felt like I was playing the fool and decided that I would never {ever} again let a man take control of my actions like that again in my life. Remembr, I was only 5 years old, so I wasn’t a success at that life goal.

April 1st Fools Day

 

Have you ever felt like a fool?

How did you overcome the shame and humiliation?

Or, did you brush it off like nothing happened?

 

 

Comments

  1. Eileen says

    Isnt’ is something how life events SO young can not only be remembers years later, but all those old feelings creep in and can mold your personality even? I have two sort of shy children, and still wonder why oh why they have that trait when the other 4 do not really. I wonder what “small” things in their past had sucked that confidence out of them possibly?

    We have a family of fools. Me first. Well, I did have 6 kids. (* just kidding, they are my best “work” in life.) I have been a fool in love, a fool OUT of love, a fool BACK in love again. Now am just an old fool. I am the butt of many jokes on me because I am kind of naive that way. BUT, in light of April Fools this week, my 13 year old daughter and I got back at my husband who is the biggest joker in our house. Fake dog pee on the floor, salt on his toothbrush, the proverbial “kick me” sign on the back of his coat he wore to work, and a sign on the van that read “HONK at this April Fool”. The best was writing in PINK marker a picture of a nerd on the back of his whitey tightys and precariously placing them on the top- of the pile in his ‘unders ‘drawers, while he got dressed in a half dark room WHILE watching tv in the morning like always. We wrote “smart A$$ under the drawing. He is an engineer and likes to think he knows it all sometimes. Well, now he WILL KNOW to pay attention on April Fools Day of the future. and we as well. Payback is not gonna be pretty;) But it was SO worth it and all of us had a great laugh…even him. A good sport!

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