An occasional series based on stuff that hangs in my room… or my heart.
Every once in a while, someone will tell me I’m funny. I never quite get that, because I think I’m about the least funny person I know. Fairly intelligent, yes. A good listener, most of the time. Reliable and responsible, check. But funny? Please. It’s not something to which I even aspire.
And maybe that’s why this is one of the most difficult affirmations for me. I don’t like snarky comments or teasing, so I don’t laugh when they happen to me or someone else. When I hear a joke, I look for a deeper meaning or motivation, and generally fail to realize that maybe, as they say, the cigar was just a cigar.
It’s something I try to remember to do, this laughing out loud, not grinning or chuckling, but full-bore/embarrass-yourself laugh out loud. Because even though I don’t do it often, it feels so good when I do.