Thursday, May 21, 2009

Necessary Navigation 12/24/08

I would not tread these perilous paths in safety, if I did not keep a serving sense of humor.

Horatio Nelson

It took me many years before I learned to laugh at myself and at the absurdities of the world around me. I was a sensitive, serious and somber kid. Not appreciating what others found funny, I was easily offended when people would laugh at me. In spite of the loving attempt by friends to point out the big red clownish bulb on my mental nose, I maintained my right to my own self-importance.
I don't remember exactly what it was or when it was that I finally learned to laugh at life and at myself. But I know that one day, when I was in some serious difficulty and had problems that I thought were too much for me to handle, I suddenly saw the funny side.
Humor is more than telling jokes It is the positive against the negative, the ability to see light where the darkness is gnawing, to spot the subtle thing that's alive in the wasteland, to see the end of the tunnel before you enter it, to breathe fresh air and life into an oppressed and suffocating spirit.
It must seem strange to one who hasn't developed a proper sense of humor to see someone laughing at their own troubles, but humor will minimize the troubles and the sufferer's reaction to them, piling up defenses against the fear and pain and freeing the soul to face up to them and solve them, That is a law of life.
One day in June, several years ago, my phone service went out. It knocked out my phone and my computer. I went to a pay phone and called the company. They said they would send someone around to fix it. That night there was a severe summer storm that caused flash flooding and knocked down phone lines all over the county. I was frustrated and almost in a frenzy. People were trying to reach me, friends, who were used to getting email from me everyday were getting very concerned about me.
It took a whole week for the repairman to finally get to me. When he got my service back up and running, there were two messages from the phone company telling me why they couldn't come to fix my phone.
I could grind my teeth in rage over the stupidity and silliness of that, or I could laugh.
What would you do?

DB The Vagabond


  1. What I do? It's done and over. So what can you do?

    [I learned to laugh at situations that were not deemed funny at an early age. I don't know who instilled that thinking on my mind about looking at the funny side of life instead of focusing on the misery. My mother used to reprimand me of my attitude. She thought I was crazy!

    In our days, we were not allowed to reason out let alone back chat or answer back because it's rude if you do. I ventured by telling her, "well, Mother, we already are sinking in problems. If we don't laugh, then we will die early." By saying that, I prepared myself to get a big whack or a slap. Neither did she hurt me nor hit me. So that was good!]

    I applied that in my life. I'll be 59 soon, and here I am. ... I can blog and I can laugh.

    Without meaning any offense to you, I do see humour in your journal in between the lines.

    "Laughter is the best medicine."

    Oh you can email me here: beaulahsixatgmaildotcom. You can work it out, can you? Thanks for the visit.