Laugh on Me

Some of the most important moments of our lives are not the times we succeed at some thing we have worked hard to achieve. Rather, they are those instances we rarely give notice but interrupt our everyday struggles to sustain our personas, to smile, better yet laugh, at things which strike us as being funny.

Even with myself, every so often I have to loosen my stiffened face. I have to slap that hard serious look which seems to petrify my countenance and crack it open with a wide grin. I and you and they and we, have to take a time out every once in a while from the seriousness of life. For example, I am sure many critics of the English language are grimacing over my grammatical use of the 1st, 2nd and 3rd person pronouns in the previous same sentence. Right now I don’t care and I am sure most readers don’t either. We all have to loosen up a little.

We all have those mornings when we awaken and instead of wanting to jump out of bed, we think about leaping off a cliff. Sometimes we would prefer to swim in a frenzy of sharks, than tackle the world outside our dwelling place. Our lives are filled with so much mess some of us drop to our knees and fall into a Shakespearean “Woe is me!” syndrome.

I don’t know about you, but I have to fly out of the bed. Though I may have a sheet wrapped around my neck; it not a cape. I am not superman. I choose to suddenly hop out of bed to escape the clutches of the invisible depression monster which tries to keep me entrapped underneath the blanket. I sometimes laugh at myself; you know at the stupid things all of us do. I slip and fall while trying to walk over ice. After I make sure my behind is still intact and I haven’t left a piece of my brain on the ground, I laugh at the klutz whom just fell. I also smile when I hear little children say things which make no sense at all to me, but to them it makes perfect sense… Then there are those times when I get around people I don’t know and never had the acquaintance, for example when I’m waiting at a doctor or dentist office and these people whom are also waiting begin to tell me their tales of fancy about what the doctor or dentist did to them the last time they made an appointment. After they’re finished telling their stories I will smile while some of the other patients quietly walk out and leave.