The Last Thing That Made Me Laugh Essay

There are things that I think I’m pretty good at – but few things that everyone would agree that I actually am good at. The one ability or trait that everyone seems to agree on is that I am a funny guy. I’m okay with that … I try really hard to be funny. In fact, I actually practice being funny. I have stories that I have told many, many times and what some people might mistake for exaggeration or hyperbole is actually my attempt to hone and refine the story I’m telling. So when I was asked what makes me laugh, I was a little surprise to discover what my answer was –

Very little actually makes me laugh – and the harder someone tries, the less likely I am to laugh. I’m telling you people, you can’t force it, you have to let the game come to you.

The things that make me laugh are generally not okay to laugh at … like someone falling, slipping, or tripping (assuming they don’t actually hurt themselves – pain isn’t funny either). Or when someone gets surprised and scared and they … blaargh!!! These things seem to make me laugh because they are organic and true. When you slip, you can’t be cool – you just can’t. Your arms shoot out and your eyes bug open … most times you even let out a high pitch, totally not cool, but genuine shriek.  You can’t control that – same is true when someone jumps out from around the corner and scares you. Those are funny moments.

Think Freud had an opinion about funny people who don’t laugh? Probably, but then again he wasn’t funny either. There have been a few people in my life that make me laugh and most of them don’t tell jokes. They tell stories of woe and accidental humiliation but are able to laugh at themselves and as a result I laugh along with them. Maybe this goes along with being a glass half full type person and always trying to find the positive side to things. I am not a joke teller but I do like a good story – its attitude and delivery; it’s knowing which word sounds better, wrinkling a brow and adding a pause at the right moment. When people can laugh at themselves when something goes wrong, it makes it okay to laugh with them. Ever been around someone who was laughing really, really hard and you couldn’t help but laugh with them even though you don’t know what they are laughing about? Or the person who is trying to tell you a story but they are dying laughing while they are trying to tell it?  That’s the best.

I love to laugh but I don’t do it too often, so here’s a shout out to the comedians in my life – you know who you are, and I love you for making me laugh.

Pull my finger,

Filed Under: ObservationsTagged With: a day in the life

Cats in clothes.   When we were growing up we always had a plethora of cats around.  One of the favorite things to do was to put them in doll clothes.  I am not sure how smart that was but it was fun to see our “Mama to Many Kittens -Peek” modeling a dress.  The boy cats did not get left out.  I still have memories of stacking model car tires on tails of poor unsuspecting cats and watching them flip them all over the yard. There was technique to it because you had to hold the tip of the tail just so and slide the tires on the tail without letting go before you were ready.  It never got old.

Llamas.   When Chris and I were newly married we visited Busch Gardens and marveled at the animals there.  One of my favorite areas was the llama pen.  You could buy crackers to feed the llamas and of course I whined enough that Chris bought me some to feed them.  After one particularly hungry llama finished what I had to give him I noticed a sign on the fence.  I read it aloud because of course, that is what I do and it said “Caution, Llamas sometimes spit.”  As the words came out of my mouth the llama spit directly at Chris —blowing his sunglasses off with such force that we had to look around to locate them.  I still laugh hysterically when I think about this.  It was one of those moments that I wished there had been a hidden video camera.  The best part was that when we found the sunglasses there were flecks of chewed up crackers on them.  Chris still does not forgive me for falling apart when that incident happened and he is probably rolling his eyes now as he reads this.  I’m not sorry.  It was hysterical. Still is. 

Scaring people–namely Chris.  To look at me would you think I was a jokester?  I have my moments. I love to jump out at Chris and scare him. I know it is juvenile and these days he tells me that I will give him a heart attack so I have had to scale back a bit but come on—–it is funny to see him jump when I suddenly appear in front of him.

Recalling a “lie” that I perpetrated.  Don’t get me wrong.  I am not a proponent of lying.  That was one thing that I always stressed to our boys.  Lying is not right and does not get you anywhere in life.  But……I did pull one off for quite a while and once again it was with the husband.   Somewhere along the way when we were dating I mentioned in passing that I was part Native American on my Grandma Bonnie’s side.  Why I did that I have no idea but at the time it was a fun little joke.  I really must have been convincing because he fell for it–hook, line and sinker.  Then he asked my Grandma if she could do a rain dance.  End of the ruse.   I still crack up when I think that I had him on that one for so long.

Grumpy Cat.  Never ceases to make me giggle when I see a Grumpy Cat anything.  Including my weather app on my phone.

Certain words.  I imagine you have some of them, too.  Words that just make you laugh.  Words like “titilate”, “buttocks”, “fortnight” and “whilst” to name a few.  I imagine you have some of your own to add.

Squirrels.  I know that they are a pest but honestly they are so creative when they get into my feeders. They leap and jump and hang upside down. How can I not laugh?

What makes you laugh?  I can always use a laugh  so tell me in the comments wha makes you laugh the hardest.  All comments on the blog this month mean a 50 cent donation to the Highland Youth Garden for our Comments for a Cause.

 

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