What makes people laugh? This seemingly simple question was unusually difficult for me to answer. However, it did give me a chance to flashback through my life. Then the answer hit me like an anvil – I make myself laugh.
People that know me will tell you that I am a bit silly & clumsy. OK, so I am silly & clumsy. A few of examples will prove this endearing quality of mine.
Halloween is arguably a child’s second favorite holiday besides Christmas. Not mine. At the age of seven, I was trick or treating and tripped down some cement steps. I felt some slight pain, but I didn’t say anything. After running around & playing with my cousins for a couple of hours, everyone sat down to eat. My mother noticed that my right ankle was the size of a grapefruit. After arguing with Mom (I am also stubborn) for a half hour, I agreed to go to the hospital. The result: a broken ankle that tore the ligaments.
Fast forward to the age of eight. I was crawling around playing with my younger brother. My outstretched leg slammed against the stereo. This resulted in two broken toes.
The paramount example of my clumsiness occurred a few years ago. I leaned over to open a door to the bathroom vanity. I was talented enough to catch the door in an eye socket. This hurt like you-know-what. There was no blood and no scratches, so I continued on with my chores. When I awoke the next morning, my right eye was swollen shut and had more colors than a Sherwin-Williams store. My co-workers thought I had been beaten. My mother was not too pleased either. They couldn’t believe that I really did lean over into a door.
When I think about these incidents, and believe me there are more, I still laugh so hard I cry. The past year has been quite tough for me. I have had to find joy in the little things. This blog post has made me realize that humor lies within myself. If I can’t laugh at myself, then who can I laugh at?