I often feel bad for people who don’t understand my sense of humor, because I am so obviously hilarious.
I am so funny, in fact, that I am my own favorite person to make myself laugh.
Do you know what I used to do when I was a kid? I would stare at myself in the mirror and make faces until I was laughing so hard I couldn’t see anymore. When I finally got old enough to be left alone by myself, I would be so excited that I would run through the house wildly and do strange interpretive dance until I collapsed on the floor in a fit of giggles.
Yes, my friends, I do not have your traditional sense of humor. I laugh at how weird I am. I laugh at myself for being so awkward and for being so strange and for the way I dance. I think I am funny and for me, that’s enough.
However, I also enjoy sharing my sense of humor. Most of the time this works out, because 90% of the time my humor is directed at placing myself in awkward situations. But 10% of the time, I get the giggles when I really shouldn’t get the giggles.
I think super inappropriate things are SUPER funny.
Example: do you want to know what happens when my husband and I get in a fight? I get the giggles. This infuriates my husband, and his anger makes me laugh even harder. When we went to counseling, I was constantly laughing. Was it serious? Yes, of course. Was my laughter making it worse? For my husband, yes – but it made me feel a lot better.
Laughing is my coping mechanism. It is the way I lessen tension, it is how I connect with others, and it makes my life more enjoyable.
Recently, I saw a news station post a story on facebook – a serious story, where someone had died – and someone made a joke in the comments. A joke that I thought, quite frankly, was hilarious. As it always happens on facebook, some people (like me) thought it was hilarious, and others were incredibly offended.
I post this because: everyone handles tragedies differently. And we are inundated with SO MANY of them via the news and social media. It sucks and it hurts and it’s not fun. Some people deal with tragedies by crying; some get angry; some post to facebook.
And some of us make jokes.
We have a choice to make with the barrage of negative news coming in on a daily basis. We can choose to feel everything deeply and spend hours weeping. We can choose to de-sensitize ourselves to it. We can choose to tune out. And we can choose to make jokes.
Not one way of grieving or of dealing is better than the other. There are times, of course, when it’s best to keep your mouth shut – I have learned this the hard way. But those people who are making the jokes that others find so offensive are just finding a way to deal, just like everyone else. There is no one way to grieve. There is no one way to process an event. We are all in this together.
And on that note, I must go to practice my most recent ridiculous endeavor – ballet.