Day 14 – Laff
My mother is always amazed at how Lizzy and I are always able to amuse ourselves… by ourselves.
It isn’t simply that we find joy or joke in everything… in fact, half the time, it is WE who are the subject of folly (as it may be).
What I’m getting at is that we don’t take things too seriously, and we’re definitely not afraid to laugh at ourselves. Whether I fall, make a mistake, slip up in my speech, do something foolish, have someone make fun of me in any way, it’s ridiculous to get angry about it, especially when it’s something completely harmless.
There are times when I simply ‘act the fool’… I can’t help it… neither do I care if people think I’m stupid, silly, have no sense or have gone mad (all of which my mother thinks, by the way).
Sometimes we need to just step back and realise that life is GOOD, if only we take a moment to dance in the rain, play one-two-three-red light at the beach, run around like children, though we’re grown adults, laugh… not just at ourselves, but at how we make a ‘big deal’ out of trivial things sometimes.
As Colette says in Chance Acquaintances, “Total absence of humour renders life impossible”.
