Can you laugh?

Can you laugh at yourself? I mean really, stop and take a moment and think about that question. It’s said that laughter is the best medicine and I agree. How many can make fun of themselves and truly have a deep gut wrenching belly laugh at something we have done? I know I can. If you can’t laugh at yourself then how can you laugh at others? One is really not living if all we can do is laugh at others hence making it a one sided issue. Let’s face it, people do stupid things, and yes that includes ourselves. Stupid things that if it was someone else doing it, we would bust out laughing in waves of tears. Live a little and think or rather feel outside the box. You know what? Dance a little and sing out loud even if you are the only one in the room. I don’t care if you have 2 left feet or if you couldn’t carry a tune if it had handles. So what? Isn’t doing all of this just a part of living and expressing who we are?

Doing these simple things is what makes me me. I use to care but now I realize how silly that is. It is liberating once we let these notions just slide away. After all, who made those rules up? Probably the people who are great at dancing and singing.  I will admit, I can’t dance or sing well- I no longer let that stop me  Life is so very short- don’t help it along the way. It is chaotic and stressing and downright cruel-live a little. It is so easy to do and guess what, it’s free. How many things in this world are free? So sing out loud , dance a little jig, have a laugh at your own expense. Trust me, it will make you smile. With that being the end results, how can it be wrong?  If you could peek into my piece of the world and look in the window this is what you would see on most days- a laughing, funky dancing, mixed lyrics toting woman. But I tell you, what you would see is a smile and someone who has learned, finally, to laugh at herself.

One liners

Earlier in my writings, I blogged about my family and their ability to spew out 1 liners. The ones that would make you just bust out laughing and fall down right on the floor. I’ve always wanted to say something that would have the similar reaction from them. I was starting to feel that just would never happen.

Well one day my family and I were eating lunch at a small mom and pop restaurant. It was one that we visit regularly. The food is great, the price is right and every one knows our name. Yeah our own versions of Cheers. Sitting down and saying hello, my son started to tell me about a story he had heard about concerning the city of New Orleans. He went on to say how a drunk mentioned the nearest ABC store was 5 blocks away. Now before Katrina, there was one virtually on every block.

In a second it happened. My moment to shine was at hand. Behind my husband was Sandra, one of the waitresses who was carrying on a conversations with him. Next to her was JJ who was talking to us. The minute my son finished about the drunk I said “Hell by the time he gets there he will be sober.”

Laughter ensued. I looked up and smiled. Yeah it was just 1 line but it was up there with the other 1 liners of my family. Yip it was small, and I have a way to go but for this particular time at that particular place I had done it. Color me happy.


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