Does anybody remember laughter?

Life, as we have come to know it, is serious. Considering what the average life span is, for a very short time in our lives, we are children. We are carefree. Sprites. Full of energetic mischief, creativity and mayhem. We play. We act. We scheme! Although we don't really know what that word means. We run. We explore. We hide.... and we seek. We are fearless, for the most part. And.....we laugh! We laugh at each other. We laugh at ourselves and our silliness. We laugh at things adults would never understand. But we laugh.



For the most part, our little brains have yet to be corrupted by life's realities. Then, we grow up. Sometimes too fast. Faster than we know what is good for us. We become serious. We become involved in adult things. You know what I mean. There is school, relationships and jobs. Responsibilities, commitments and aaaagggghhh! Deadlines! Laughter; exit stage left. Stress.....please hit your mark. And so it goes.



For the good of our health we need laughter in our lives. Laughter benefits and contributes to our well being in so many ways. It helps to keep our brains more alert; helps to lower our blood pressure and reduces stress considerably. And think of it, have you ever had a really good old fashioned belly laugh. You know the ones where your insides feel like you were just at the gym, screaming at you, "go for the burn". Those kinds of laughs. Fortunately for me, I do a lot of stupid things where I am the beneficiary of my own laughter.


Picture this for instance. I'm out Christmas shopping, running around from store to store trying to complete my mental shopping list. Racing around trying to beat the clock and get as much done as I can. In the midst of this I realize I need to tinkle. It'll have to wait. You're not done yet. One more item then you can go home. "Fine", by bladder screams! Finally, I'm on my way home doing a jig behind the wheel hoping passers by think I'm just rocking to Christmas tunes. Minutes seem like hours when I eventually pull up to the door. I'm squeezing so hard my knees hurt and my eyes begin to water. I think, "that's it, one more minute and it'll be coming out of my ears." I grab the packages and hoof it to the door, keys in hand, pushing the 'open button' as I approach the door. No response! Great! (Fill in favourite swear words here) I try again. The door is still not opening. Batteries must be dead, I think. Bladder screaming in agony. I look at the keys in my hand sheepishly realizing that I am trying to open my front door with my car keys. Duh!!! Since when did you have an automatic front door opener. Wing nut! Glancing around to make sure nobody sees my gaff, I slip the key in the door and close the door behind me. Later of course, I laugh my ass off and I still get a chuckle out it. I hope you do too!

Do you have any memories of doing something bizarre that made you laugh at your self?

Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless
laughter can be said to remedy anything. ~Kurt Vonnegut