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Laugh a Little

to me

Sometimes things happen that people have a hard time to understand or accept. Natural disasters. Horrific accidents. Atrocious things people do, especially if they happen to be high profile personalities. One of the ways we make sense of it in our minds is to make jokes about it. It’s a coping mechanism.

Disasters don’t just happen on a international scale. Sometimes they are much closer to home. And they aren’t necessarily earth shattering. At least not to anyone besides the person who is directly affected. And they aren’t funny.

I’ve heard it said that you can laugh your problems away. You can’t. Thinking you can do so is merely denial. You’d be much better off dealing with it realistically, but that doesn’t man you shouldn’t see the funny side. Most things have a funny side if you look at them in retrospect. Finding that humorous aspect is a good way to put what happened in perspective and put it behind you. Or even to deal with it while it is still ongoing.

I’ll give you an example from my own experience. I’m pretty much dependent on my laptop to try to make a little money to survive on. If it makes a funny noise, I panic. If something goes wrong with it, it would constitute a major disaster in my life. I can’t afford to replace it. I probably can’t even afford repairs to it, if it develops a major problem.

The ‘e’ key started acting up. It works selectively. That results in a lot of typo’s. Like, more than I usually make. It’s exasperating and it complicates my life, but for the time being, I just have to cope with it. However, some of those typo’s are funny. I’ve figured out that laughing about them is a lot less stressful that getting annoyed.

For instance (Adapted. In the original context it wouldn’t make sense unless I used whole paragraphs) :

The pot recited his poem… (… about a black kettle, no doubt.)

 

“Hey Dud, you coming?” (“Not if you’re gonna insult me.”)

 

He asked his mat to cover for him at work. (“Hey, mat, please fold yourself into a humanoid shape and sit on my chair in case the boss walks by.”)

 

The weather van on the church spire spun crazily. (Not only couldn’t the weatherman predict accurately, he couldn’t drive either.)

 

He knotted the twin tightly around the package. (Sibling rivalry at its worst.)

 

Her nagging was the ban of his existence. (I also know people who could nag you to death.)

At the end of the day, laughter is still the cure for most things.