Okay, lately I’ve been noticing that there are more and more grumpy asses that are dead set on bringing down my happiness high. I like to laugh at everything, and I can find humor even in the darkness. Sometimes I think that people look at me and wonder if I have lost my mind…but the truth is I’m pretty sure that laughter keeps me sane. Who in their right mind wants to dwell on all of the bad shit in the world? I’m pretty sure an hour of CNN has enough negative and bad mojo to make even the most well balanced go off their rockers with grief and worry.
The other night Dooney called me to tell me that someone had broken into the truck to steal the stereo…the broken stereo. My first response? I laughed. I couldn’t help it. He was mad and yelling at the world, and I was laughing my ass off at the sheer stupidity of some people. I mean, they broke out the window of a 92 Chevy…damn a coat hanger would have popped that lock quicker and more quietly. Idiot kids, don’t they know anything nowadays?
True, we are going to have to replace a window on our truck when money is so tight we don’t eat a regular dinner every night, but I think that if you fail to see the humor in the situation you are missing out on a great part of humanity…the promise of laughter. If I were to sit around and dwell on every little thing that went wrong in my life I would find it hard to get out of bed in the morning, and more importantly, that’s the kind of energy I would be passing onto my little girl.
I don’t ever want her to have anxiety about the world. I want her to live in it, to enjoy it. I want her to know that I laughed the whole six days I was in labor with her. I laughed after surgery, laughed so hard I ripped out my stitches and still couldn’t stop, and I don’t regret it at all.
Every. Last. Second. Counts.
That’s the truth of the situation folks. Every single second you spend dwelling on stupid shit or the horrors of everyday life is another second you cannot get back. Time travel is not a possibility (yet). So for now we have to live in this moment…
Because of that I’ve decided that from now on I’m going to start levying an energy vampire tax on people who constantly bombard me with bad mojo. The first time will go off with just a warning, but after that I’m going to Paypal their ass for a dollar. I’m going to keep a tab, I swear to the universe.
And if you are ever around me and you see my eyebrow twitching because you’ve just said something about my laughter being inappropriate or my humor being too dark, then you should run…cuz this happy girl can lose control every now and then…but rest assured I will laugh about it later.
Not to say you can’t have an off day now and then, but if you darken my doorstep with it I’m going to bring sunshine through the rain. I laugh deep from my gut, and yes folks it shakes like a bowl full of jelly and I love it. I laugh when I’m in pain, I laugh when I’m scared, I laugh when I’m crying, I laugh when I bitch about life in general, and I laugh when things get desperate and I cannot see the horizon. It is my coping mechanism, the thing that keeps me sane, and I would be utterly and totally defenseless without it.
