When my brothers and I made funny faces as little boys do, our Grandma Sylvia would go into a deep, serious scowl and say, “If you keep it up, your face will freeze like that!” And her face froze like that! 

I just watched my cat Molly amuse herself for several minutes with a single kernel of stray cat chow—stalking it, pouncing on it, batting it around the kitchen floor. Play with your food, play with your life. You're the grown-up now; nobody's gonna ground you. Most important, goof on yourself, loosen the surface tension that connects the dots of “I,” play with your precious self-image. 

Whack it around, air out some of the pomposity, hurl the cream pie into your own face.

- Dean Sluyter

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