A Time to Laugh
Sometimes you just have to laugh the boggart back into the closet.
So, this past summer I discovered I have a sensitivity to a certain antibiotic, today I learned that it's to more than one kind. As I sit here typing away, I am resisting the urge to scratch at the less than pleasing evidence of these newly found allergies, all the while trying not to pass out from the drowsy effects of the Benadryl... and I'm laughing.
Why am I laughing at having an allergic reaction that is far less than pleasant? What else am I suppose to do!? I look like a sunburned cheetah or like I belong on Polkaroo! (for those of you who are too young to catch the reference, it was a children's show that featured a polka dot door and a pair of polka dot shorts) The thing is, I've had so much going on in my life lately that laughing really is the only thing left to do at this point. A rash is after all, truly the least of my current concerns.
Sometimes, life sucks. It's a simple reality that forces perspective onto us whether we want it or not. It's a perspective that reminds us, this isn't so bad because (insert problem here) was so much worse and I made it through that, didn't I?
It might be a weird way of looking at it, perhaps even dark to some but if it gets us through, we use it.
The truth is, sometimes we need a bit of dark humour to lighten the mood. We have to be able to poke fun at the things that have caused us pain in order to maintain some semblance of sanity so we can keep going.
Yes, we end up feeling bad sometimes for the jokes we are making because we have been taught not to make light of someone's bad situation but if it's our own situation (Guhhh it itches!!!) and laughing helps to make things just a little less bad for us, why should we feel guilty?
Alright, so I wouldn't advise making light of something in front of someone else who is being affected by the situation because everyone handles things differently and they may not be in an emotional state to handle the humour, but if it's with someone it won't hurt or scar for life, have at the laughter.
As mentioned in my last post, me and mine have been going through a few things. Last week, my sister and I were pretty well at our wits end and we broke. No, we did not break down into tears of despair, we broke out in laughter. We found a way to find morbid humour in all of the unfortunate things we have been dealing with.. and it felt great!
We laughed at things people would normally think we should not have been laughing at, we laughed until tears escaped our eyes and it became difficult to stop laughing long enough to catch a decent breath.
We laughed and it felt good. We laughed about dark and twisted things and I don't feel guilty at all because for the duration of that one car ride together, things weren't quite so bad. Even if her fiance who happened to be driving was shaking his head at us.
Really though, haven't we all had those moments where we have told ourselves "I really shouldn't be laughing but it's funny."? Again, I'm not saying we should let ourselves go laughing about touchy subjects anywhere, no sense in hurting people who are already hurting just because we find something funny, but if having a private moment of horrible humour helps us cope? Than as far as I am concerned, it's all copesetic.
Why am I laughing at having an allergic reaction that is far less than pleasant? What else am I suppose to do!? I look like a sunburned cheetah or like I belong on Polkaroo! (for those of you who are too young to catch the reference, it was a children's show that featured a polka dot door and a pair of polka dot shorts) The thing is, I've had so much going on in my life lately that laughing really is the only thing left to do at this point. A rash is after all, truly the least of my current concerns.
Sometimes, life sucks. It's a simple reality that forces perspective onto us whether we want it or not. It's a perspective that reminds us, this isn't so bad because (insert problem here) was so much worse and I made it through that, didn't I?
It might be a weird way of looking at it, perhaps even dark to some but if it gets us through, we use it.
The truth is, sometimes we need a bit of dark humour to lighten the mood. We have to be able to poke fun at the things that have caused us pain in order to maintain some semblance of sanity so we can keep going.
Yes, we end up feeling bad sometimes for the jokes we are making because we have been taught not to make light of someone's bad situation but if it's our own situation (Guhhh it itches!!!) and laughing helps to make things just a little less bad for us, why should we feel guilty?
Alright, so I wouldn't advise making light of something in front of someone else who is being affected by the situation because everyone handles things differently and they may not be in an emotional state to handle the humour, but if it's with someone it won't hurt or scar for life, have at the laughter.
As mentioned in my last post, me and mine have been going through a few things. Last week, my sister and I were pretty well at our wits end and we broke. No, we did not break down into tears of despair, we broke out in laughter. We found a way to find morbid humour in all of the unfortunate things we have been dealing with.. and it felt great!
We laughed at things people would normally think we should not have been laughing at, we laughed until tears escaped our eyes and it became difficult to stop laughing long enough to catch a decent breath.
We laughed and it felt good. We laughed about dark and twisted things and I don't feel guilty at all because for the duration of that one car ride together, things weren't quite so bad. Even if her fiance who happened to be driving was shaking his head at us.
Really though, haven't we all had those moments where we have told ourselves "I really shouldn't be laughing but it's funny."? Again, I'm not saying we should let ourselves go laughing about touchy subjects anywhere, no sense in hurting people who are already hurting just because we find something funny, but if having a private moment of horrible humour helps us cope? Than as far as I am concerned, it's all copesetic.
Now you'll have to excuse me my short post today, I've got to go laugh at myself some more (actually, sitting here is making me all to aware of how itchy I am and I need to find a better means of distraction).
Cheers!
The Bra Street Rambler
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