" I feel bad for the people who don't at some point understand that there's something funny in even the worst things that can happen to you"
~ Nora Ephron
This is my mantra. Until recently, I hadn't realized that this eloquent summation of my thoughts even existed. Thank you, internet.
Comedy has always been my fill for the void left behind from pain. A coping mechanism I learned at a young age, when my failed attempts to find the funny often clashed with periods of painful shyness. In those moments, the jokes and wisecracks went unheard. They were left to fester in my mind, sometimes causing moments of inappropriate giggling during a solemn Sunday Mass.
Thanks to life experience, and a fond affection for sweet wine, my shyness has been cured, and my mind, continues to fill with funny thoughts and sentiments, most of them at the most inopportune time.
When bearing witness to tragedy, and unfortunate events, my mind searches frantically to find the funny. It's my way of putting everyone at ease. However, my mind, so busy in its search, forgets to filter and mince words, resulting in a raw delivery. This speedy service, used to make me nervous and unaware of what I was saying until it was out there. It wasn't until I saw others laughing, that I would finally breathe. Every day a crap shoot.
Thankfully, with each passing year, I care less about the reaction of others. Their inability to laugh at the worst things in their life, or at themselves is unfortunate.
It's my belief that every day should start and end with laughter, even when we have not been presented with moments that warrant it.
Life can really suck if you can convince yourself that it does.
When you look back on your life, or search for a great tale to share over cocktails, it's never the picture perfect moments. Those make for great snapshots, but sucky stories.
It's the timeless stories about heartache, and broken bones that are passed down for generations. Stories of drunkenness, outlandish behavior, and possibly a visit from the local police are the ones that we will belly laugh over for years to come.
It's in those moments that we are truly living.
When we are knee deep in sorrow and pain, it's hard to imagine that anything funny can be lurking beneath.
Given some time, distance and a few glasses of wine, these instances will hurt a little less.