I have always loved to laugh. As teens my sister and I would have our friends spend the night on weekends and get in so much trouble laughing until the wee hours of the morning.
I remember when our authoritative and sometimes brutal father would be in a bad mood at the dinner table. He would greet everyone by, “and I don’t want to hear a peep out of anyone tonight, just eat!” One of us, usually me, would try to make an almost silent “peep” sound just to defy him, even if it possibly meant a beating. That’s how dysfunctional were all were. Then I would get a super case of nerves and want to burst out laughing, again at my own risk. I would sit there stifling my laughter, in which I would be making an audible sort of snort sound. Sometimes my siblings would join me and the harder we tried not to laugh the stronger the urge was to burst out with loud guffaws. About that time, if my dad was not in that bad of a mood, both my parents would join us laughing.
I remember one time sitting in church with my family and friends after I was married for a special Christmas program. The pastor walked out on stage with a hand drawn card in his hand. My oldest quickly telling us that the pastor was holding his card, he recognized it because he drew a bouquet of flowers on the back. The pastor then proceeded to read the card to the entire congregation “Roses are red, violets are blue, it’s snowing outside, and in here too!” The entire church broke out laughing and I was so embarrassed! My friend could not stop laughing even after the pastor began to preach so we both got the giggles and could hardly control ourselves. Best night ever!
To answer the question when was the last time I really laughed, it was while I was writing this, just thinking about it again.
I learned that you truly can laugh to keep from crying. That you can choose to see the light side of almost anything, so that’s my choice and hope you feel the same way!
Pop in a comedy tonight or just start watching some crazy pet or child video on youtube.com. A good laugh or silliness can really lighten your mood.
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Few take themselves or their actions that seriously in life and rarely think it through before they speak or act. I believe this is because most humans are very impulsive by nature, some more than others.
When someone commits suicide, most of the time friends and family say “where did that come from?”
Are you serious? Look around. Admit that you live selfish lives and that you would rather ignore than take on another person’s problem to add to your own. I’m guilty of this myself.
Have you ever said hello to that neighbor? The one that never makes eye contact because she was severely abused in her formative years and the rest of the world piled it right on due to her lack of self-esteem?
Those expecting to be rejected or used will tend to stay by themselves. Wouldn’t you?
What about your hard to get along with co-worker whose wife just left him? He’s a real piece of work but it’s God’s work, lest we forget. Sometimes people go through way more than you can imagine and even when they try to break down the door that separates them from others, there may still be a chip of it left on their shoulder.
People need to remember that caring or love comes from within. This is obvious from the instruction from Christ. Love others as you love yourself. I believe that most really don’t know how to love themselves. They feel guilty or are confused about the difference between loving yourself and being selfish and they are different.
The fact that Jesus told his disciples that when the world hated them to remember that it hated Him first lets you know that you are in good company when you are feeling unloved. It’s not easy, but try looking at it realistically. If you are awesome in any way, there are going to be folks that will not like you because they are envious. Many want to be the ones that are in charge or in control of situations. Some demand to be the center of attention in all things. If you are knowledgeable on the job, you could irritate some and make others fear for their positions which will not make you popular. A confident, well-balanced person will love you, but don’t let other’s bad opinion of themselves make you feel bad about yourself.
We only have one chance to do the right thing in life and we only have one life. Only you can decide if you want to be someone’s hero or their undoing. I have always been amazed that so many think so little of where their spirit will go after they leave this earth. There might actually be a heaven or a hell. Just because you believe or don’t believe does not change reality.
Today’s writing challenge was to writing about my worst fear in a style that is not my own. Rebel that I am, I refuse to talk of anything that is negative. Fear makes one weak and I plan on staying strong. Also I wouldn’t have a clue on how to be someone other than who I was born to be.
Good to know that if you hadn’t asked us to write about something negative, I would be bitching about something. I guess my fear is that I will become a slave to what I have learned from my life experiences and not a slave to the truth.
Luckily I know better. I know Jesus. The thing that I love the most about Him is His human side. The parts where I heard He cried because He dared to care about a world that didn’t love Him back. The parts in the New Testament that say He chose to give His life because He loved us anyway. This is the part that tells me He was not completely human because most of us would do the opposite. Even though I know Christ, I still don’t want to do things for those that are my enemy. I will pray for them and not harm them, but I seldom will actually go out of my way to help someone that is against me. Why would I? Why would anyone? We know there is a good chance that the enemy will become strong with this help and destroy us. This is the way of the world. The way that Jesus told us was wrong.
I loved the part where He warned us that when the world hates us for walking in love and the light, remember that it hated Him first. Most of us hate being hated so we are careful how we walk, careful not to rock any boats and provoke our enemies. I love the part that most forget about and that is the believers will do even greater works than He because He goes to the Father.
Going completely rogue on this one so I can keep it consistent with the first two parts of my “cereal killer” theme.
So, moving, to be or not to be whatever. I was picking up a few items at the local grocer this weekend and a woman walked past me that looked familiar, but I couldn’t place her. She looked at me as well, but kept walking. A little while later we passed again and she said “You look familiar to me, then before I could think she said it was from the apartment complex where we were both filling out forms in the office. The minute she reminded me, it fell into place.
She asked me if I had heard back from them. I told her I hadn’t. She said that they were called a couple of weeks ago about a number of apartments that were available. I know they were higher on the waiting list than I was so didn’t sweat that part of it, but was concerned because it means they will be calling me very shortly as well. It may be tomorrow, maybe next month, but it will be soon. Again that inner hesitation and dread because I refuse to give in to what appears to be my fate.
I refuse to believe there is not going to be some help, or saving grace that will prevent my ultimate failure because, I reason to myself, none of this is my fault. Good thing that stops bad things from happening to good people (sarcasm). So I went out to lunch with some of my neighbors today and that prevented me from having to think about it for a while. Meantime I am slowly cleaning things up, getting ready for another yard sale. Even called one of my brothers to let his friend know he can pick a few things up soon.
All this shows that I’m at least starting to face up to the fact that life is change. I want good change because I’ve had enough shocks and bad news. Surprises are OK, because a surprise is always positive, like “Surprise Parties!” Like finding out I’ve won the lotto and not necessarily some huge amount, but just enough to pay off my home or at least the difference when I sell it. No bankruptcy then. I’m preparing myself for the good things to come in life so I won’t be too shocked when it happens.
I love the extra light and try to enjoy as many sunrises and sunsets as I can. This morning I was reminded of the saying “Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning” but there is no rain in the near forecast per the weatherman.
Sometimes I have the coolest dreams. I don’t remember them as vividly as I used to when I was younger but here is an example of my very active nights!
I was looking at the house from the outside. Looked a little like that oddly shaped house in the Amityville Horror. My sons were both with me looking for a house to move into. We decided to go inside to look around. It was quite dark and had many closed doors along the sides of the endless, narrow hallway. I knew I watched too many episodes of Dark Shadows growing up. I began opening the doors and looking inside. They were empty. My kids had gone further down the hall so I was alone. I opened another door and saw a really awesome statue that looked like one of those religious saints. It was quite large. I started to walk over to get a better look and the statue began moving, slowly at first. You know that feeling that you swear something is happening but you must be imagining it, then you realize it’s really happening?
I started to back up and saw the figure begin to awaken as if it was actually alive. I turned to run out the door and the hall had turned into an amusement park. I was screaming for my kids, but they were nowhere in sight. I started running past buildings and went inside one of them. It was really huge like a warehouse and very dark inside. There were others milling about, but really too dark to see who anyone was. There were open doors along the very wide hall. It sort of felt like a mall in a blackout. I was in mall during a bad storm once many years ago they lost power due to a twister. This reminded of it. All of a sudden I saw my dog that had passed the year before but it was like he was still here with me. I was holding his body close to mine and said “We’re going to have to do this boy, it’s going to be OK,” or something like that, took his leash and started walking with him in the lead. I could feel the strong cold wind blowing on us, pushing us back like a horrible storm had just cropped up.
Then I awoke.
The window was left open and there was a cool breeze blowing in from outside. I think the dream was just basically there’s a lot of difficulty and uncertainty in life, but that you have to continue and everything will be alright or as it should be.