The Day I Laughed

The other evening my brother-in-law sent me the link to a very silly song that he had written. I have a very juvenile sense of humour. My favourite comedy shows are the likes of The Fast Show, Alan Partridge and Larry David. The sillier the better as far as I’m concerned. I tend to take life very seriously and am a born worrier so I’m not quite sure why this is. Fionnuala thinks I stopped maturing mentally at around fifteen. Some women would say this happens to all men.

Despite my love of immature, childish comedy shows my default setting is one of natural pessimism. To me the glass is always half empty as opposed to half full. In fact the glass is more than likely empty, cracked and in need of a wash. I am always prepared for the worst possible case scenario and then I’ll take it from there. I am prone to self pity and melancholic moods. I can be a right miserable git at times. Fun Time Stephen I am most definitely not.

There was one line of the song that set me off. I laughed. And I laughed. And then I laughed some more. I rolled around. I clutched my sides. The tears rolled down my face. I couldn’t breathe. I was literally in stitches. This started Fionnuala and the kids. They started laughing at my reaction to the song. We were all in hysterics. It was infectious and uncontrollable. They didn’t even know why I was laughing so hard.

When we had all eventually calmed down Adam and Hannah, aged fifteen and fourteen respectively, told me that they had never seen me laugh like that before. That quickly sobered me up. Surely they were mistaken? Was I that much of a sourpuss? Did I walk about with a cloud permanently hanging over me? Fionnuala agreed. She said I no longer laughed like I used to years ago. I had changed given the additional responsibilities and worries that life had piled on my shoulders.

This surprised and saddened me. I didn’t want to believe them but realised they were right. I couldn’t remember myself when I had last laughed like that. It had felt cleansing and liberating, like the exhilarating feeling after a long run. It’s true what they say. Laughter is the best form of medicine. I resolved then that I would strive to laugh more and worry less. I don’t want my kids growing up with memories of a stern, Victorian father.

Life today can be demanding and stressful. There is so much that can cause us to frown. I’m a realist. The world can be a very dark place. Only a fool living in a bubble would think otherwise. But if you sift through the debris of despair there are nuggets of joy and laughter to be found. Seek them out and embrace them for they are more precious than any ruby or diamond. They are like manna from Heaven. We need to laugh more. Sometimes it is the only thing standing between ourselves and madness.

Laughter is healing to both ourselves and others. It can cut through any barriers. It is universal and requires no translation. We need to find something, anything, to laugh about. Lifting our heads in laughter is essential and edifying. We were created to laugh as well as cry. Even a simple smile can change lives. It costs nothing but it can be priceless to those around us. It promotes love and well being. It unlocks doors, hearts and souls.

Find something to laugh about today. Laugh with others, not at others. Laugh joyfully and lovingly not spitefully or maliciously. Just laugh.

When did you last laugh until you cried?

Are you a glass half empty or a glass half full kind of person?

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  1. Such a beautiful post! Laughter really heals..
    I watch comedy tv shows like New Girl and I laugh uncontrollably most of the times.. do watch the show sometime, it’s hilarious..
    Lovely read! ❀❀

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  2. Thank you so much. I need to laugh out loud more often – to find the humor in life. There is plenty around, and I tend to be way too serious. Your reminder to laugh will hopefully stay with me.

    Be blessed

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  3. Always make sure you think happy and laugh a lot. Trust me it helps so much. I recently did a rather heartfelt post on depression on my blog and it was only then that I found that some of the people closest to me were very depressed. But now we have all got together to make it all better for everyone. And there is so much positive change. The message in thus post is actually huge.

    You have a real nice blog. I have made sure to follow to read more.

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  4. I have always been quite the pessimist. I am learning, however, that this mindset is malleable. I started a daily gratitude journal in which I have to come up with five things I am grateful for each day. After a few weeks I really started looking for the good instead of the bad. Maybe I should include one thing that made me smile or laugh each day as well?
    Last good belly laugh for me had to do with farting in public. Some women also stop maturing around age twelve, just so you know. Ha!

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  5. Isn’t laughing also a matter of humour? I wonder… I can’t remember when I last laughed till I cried. I don’t laugh at all really just smile… though I don’t take life at all seriously and I’m more like glass half full type these days. I just don’t find many things that funny. Stupid even. My countrymen and women don’t have humour apparently the people on the other side of the channel keep saying. (clue) And I agree actually.
    What’s really intriguing me is why I can’t laugh out loud when I’m laughing on the inside. I find House (the TV show with the grumpy, pill addicted Doctor) hilarious but I don’t laugh about it.

    Will put it on my list. Laughing. Why I don’t. What makes me. How to get more of it into my life. Thank you Stephen and family… πŸ™‚

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  6. This is my husband too. He’s always so serious. And when he’s in a good mood, or laughs, we kind of stand back and are like “wow, he is happy”. I tend to be melancholy too, but I think I have a healthy dose of laughter in my life. I say my love language is humor. I love funny people. I love to laugh. My kids make me laugh the most and I love watching my dog, a black lab, act like a puppy when she’s 5 years old. I like to challenge myself to find the humor in things. But it’s hard when my husband is prone to depression. (I am too, if I’m honest, but it seems easier for me most days to snap out of it). He tends to be the anchor that sinks the ship with his crabby mood.

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    1. I wouldn’t say I was crabby. I’m quite laid back and easy going most of the time. I’ve been told I’m very witty and I do try to use humour as much as I can in the blog. But when I get down I get very down.

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  7. I loved this post! I agree that laughter is so important for us natural worriers and pessimists. It’s such an important way to balance out how stressful life can be. Really glad I read this today.

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  8. I cannot honestly remember the last time i cried with laughter. It was a very long time ago i know that for sure. I used to love The Fast Show, Alan Partridge along with Only Fools and Horses, Seinfeld. For some reason i look at these shows now and i do not laugh. I find this sad due to the fact that these shows are responsible for some of the greatest one liners in the history of comedy. As for the glass, i am very much half empty these days………………………….

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  9. At times, when I am most down or most stressed, a good laugh with a friend or a good movie that makes me laugh a lot can turn everything around. Also, I love people who love to laugh. They are keepers. Thanks for your post!

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  10. I do honestly enjoy your posts, I miss laughing like that. When your sides hurt, dribble is forming and you’re laughing so much you’re no longer producing noise.
    This post brought back memories that made me smile. Thanks πŸ™‚

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