Oops, my straitjacket is slipping…

A blast from my past.  First published in September 2017.  I hope you enjoy it.

 

When you look up at the stars at night do you feel homesick?  Okay, okay, bad joke.  Do you know once upon a time I laughed uproariously at that joke.  I ran around and told all my preteen friends.  Yes, it’s that old.  And so am I.

As we age our funny bone seems to migrate.  For some people it ends up around the gluteus maximus.  For others humour becomes more cerebral.  I don’t know the equation to what’s funny.  I don’t even know what makes me laugh until I am actually laughing.  When was the last time you laughed so hard there were tears running down your face?  Do you remember the knee slapping, rib-tickling, gut-wrenching guffaws you used to hear when a group of people got together to watch a comedy film?  I don’t, at least not recently.  The last time I had one of those all-encompassing, falling on the floor cackles was watching an old movie.

The movie was ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’.  I don’t remember the movie.  I don’t even know if it was actually a comedy.  What I do remember is my boyfriend and I beating on the furniture.  We were laughing so hard we were crying.  I remember him falling on the floor and not able to catch his breath.  But I don’t remember the movie.  I remember that there was a series but it appeared to be about teenage angst (and vampire slaying) I wasn’t interested.  I had enough of that when I was a teenager! (The angst not the slaying!) Don’t get me wrong I enjoy comedy.  I’ve been known to crack a smile and even show teeth.  I just haven’t had a really good belly laugh in a very long time.

Laughter is a universal language.  It crosses borders and brings people together.  It can also alienate people and cause others to commit various forms of harm.  Of course, that in itself can be funny!  But I digress.  I don’t know of any culture that doesn’t have some form of laughter.  Wouldn’t it be nice if we could laugh more and shoot less?  We spend so much of our time behaving according to the dictates of society that when we let loose it can be epic!  Find the time to laugh.  A really good guffaw exercises the whole body!

 

 

28 thoughts on “Oops, my straitjacket is slipping…

  1. joylennick

    Like you, Pam, I love to laugh. Fortunately, there was a lot of laughter in my life – despite the usual deep dips – my Uncles were a gregarious bunch (we had very jolly birthday parties when we could), Mum was fun and Dad appreciated an earthy joke or two… It was my other half’s kindness and jokes which drew me to him, and – you’d think I was fed-up with them by now…he still makes me laugh and he’s 94! (Our three lads have, luckily also inherited his humorous side!) xx

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  2. Murphy’s Law

    “Laugh more and shoot less “. Pam, that should be the motto for every citizen of this world!

    Laughter can cure just about anything. It’s true, sometimes humor can be used to hurt or embarrass someone, but fortunately that doesn’t seem to happen too often.

    It makes me wonder why, when laughing is so damn much fun, we don’t all do more of it. I’ve never heard of anyone hurting themselves laughing, but I actually know a couple of people (idiots) who hurt themselves in an angry outburst!

    I hope you have a couple of knee-slapping, ohmygodI’mgoingtopeemypants, laughs today…and every day!
    Ginger

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  3. Mark Lanesbury

    I think just hearing laughter sets us off beautifully. Mmm, maybe if I record a good heartfelt laugh and play it back on the front lines in Ukraine. You never know, sharing something like that might make them all want to put down their weapons and just go home 😀❤️🙏🏽

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    1. Murphy’s Law

      I’m right there with you Mark! Imagine if we could end a war with laughter. Priceless! ‘Course, there probably aren’t enough Depends to go around so that might not be so funny!😵‍💫
      Ginger

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  4. Dale

    I grew up in a funny family: my father loved to tell funny stories about his youth. My sisters and I all inherited that gene. Mick was so funny. It’s what I miss most about him. He so made me laugh…
    But no worries, I still find ways to make and enjoy a good laugh.

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