Today I sat in the quiet room of the library to try and get some work done. As I sat there another woman came in and sat in front of me. Whatever she was watching was making her laugh. She seemed to laugh right when I was just completing a thought. *poof* I started to get increasingly agitated and annoyed and thought about huffing out or asking her to keep it down. Each time she laughed I could tell it was one of those uncontrollable ones. She was trying to keep it quiet but it became worse as she tried to hold it in. I watched from behind as she fanned herself and threw her arms in the air. I just stopped writing and watched. And then I couldn’t stop laughing.
All of the sudden she got up and walked out of the room for a moment. I stared at her computer screen at the table across from me. I wasn’t trying to snoop but I wanted to know what was so funny. There was an image of the following:
One kind word can change someone’s entire day.
That obviously wasn’t what she was laughing at, but it made me think about what my reaction was going to be. When she came back in, as she walked past me, I said:
Um…excuse me…ok….I just have to know what was so funny….
She didn’t even pause to think….and gestured with her hand for me to follow her out of the room. I followed her out of the room. She told me she had given a movie a bad review and she was watching the interviews from it. She’s a movie fanatic. We talked about movies for a while and then parted ways. I sat back down and the writing just came pouring out again.
There are studies that say laughter is really contagious. Laugh and the whole world laughs with you, right? Well, some of them.
So, I could have huffed out of the room really. She probably wouldn’t have even have noticed.
I love this definition of laughter:
I got that from Michael Jr.:
Love him. And I’m even the butt of his joke…I spoke “banjo” as a kid growing up in Clover, S.C.
I think humor is the ultimate saving grace for me. I probably take it overboard at times, cracking jokes and oozing sarcasm at the most inappropriate of moments, then it can become a crutch. But true cheerful, joyful humor has saved me many times over. Sometimes I try to be serious, but I can’t. And sometimes when I’m being totally serious, people think I’m joking:
Surrogacy Agency: We have a database of pre-screened carriers.
Me: So, you are kind of like Match.com for surrogates.
Surrogacy Agency: Well…um…I guess you could say that.
Me: So do you actually meet all the surrogates in person? Because I’ve heard stories about people going to meet their dates and it’s not even the right gender. Sorry, not stories about you….stories about Match.com. Not that it’s dating. Although, it is kind of like dating if you really think about it.
Surrogacy Agency: I don’t think we’ve ever run into that issue.
And so I try to make humor a redeeming quality when I can.
Oh, when I left the woman handed me a post-it note with the movie: August: Osage County.
All posts for the Year of Joy can be found here.
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