Sunday, July 24, 2005

A Sense of Humor

All of my life, I have always been drawn to people with a sense of humor...people who love to laugh, love good jokes, love humorous situations. My closest friends all have a wonderful sense of humor.
I believe in these sayings:
"Laughter is the Music of the Soul"
"Laughter is Contagious"
I think that a Sense of Humor is one of our greatest gifts...the ability to laugh at things that are funny, and even the ability to laugh at things that are sublte.... not everyone will 'get' everything, but that's okay. I believe everyone has a sense of humor, everyone has the ability to laugh...it is those who are just naturally funny, those who have that certain joy of finding a phrase or concept that can just be laughed at....
I think that a sense of humor is also a kind of survival. Many stand-up comics and well known comedians will readily tell stories of their unhappy or abusive childhoods, and how their sense of humor saved them, and how they turned to humor to alleviate their personal pain.
This is why I think humor is given to us for survival...but most of all... or at least ...to experience Joy.
Speaking of humor, I admire people who have natural "Wit"....Wit is something like being able to sing well, or play a musical instrument. Wit ......an ability to come up with a phrase, a response, or a comment instantaneously that is extremely funny.
I think that Wit is a certain social intellegence.
I consider myself lucky to have known many people who have WIT!
I have a friend who can hold a room in the palm of her hand with her funny stories.
Two guys I worked with made an an industry of their wit...they put it on radio.
A friend from college is Wit pesonified...
Another friend has a sense of humor that combines a natural wit, and also an appreciation of the subtle things that are hilarious, we have shared personal laughs and inside jokes to this day.
Anyway, I just wanted to mention that my parents always had a great sense of humor also. They Loved to laugh.
When they visited me, Thanksgiving of 2001, little did we know that my dad would be gone three weeks later.
But as we sat on the couch, the Three Stooges were on, and he LOVED them.
It was the one where they wanted to be pilots, and Moe got stuck on the propeller and spun around and got thrown through
the wall and a paint bucket landed on his head. My dad laughed SO hard!
And I laughed with him...not so much at the Stooges, but just with my dad, sharing and recognizing his joy.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

good one

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