For those that may have skipped part one of my Three H series, I will get you up to speed. Last week, I tackled honesty, and I’ve chosen humor to go up to bat today. Actually, I’m in no hurry, so I’ll just sit and wait while you go and catch up.
You’re back? Okay great, let’s move on knowing that next week will be the dreaded humility… Dun-dun-dun-duuuun…
During my foray into the cyber-dating world, I noticed that the majority of profiles stated that a sense of humor is critical. Is there a dating rulebook somewhere that states that it is mandatory to make that statement in a profile? I viewed it as an attempt to attract more flies—a ruse to get more people to notice you and prematurely think that you could be their match. (Just like the majority of people who state that they have an “athletic” build.) Although I have an abundant supply of “ha-ha” in my funny bone, I knew that living life in a revolving comedy club was not what I wanted, so I was very specific in my online profile and said:
“A balanced sense of humor is great, but needing to be the trickster 24/7 is bad.”
Very few people really break that down so specifically and then they (read: women) get stuck with some yahoo who thinks that wearing nothing but black socks and a deer antler hat while giving his mate a Dutch Oven during love-making is the epitome of hilarious. Been there. Done that. Burned the damn t-shirt.
My tangent aside, the humor that I’m actually focusing on today is the humor within yourself—the way you relieve the weight of the world from your shoulders. How you handle diverse situations as you trudge through the monotonous, scary or challenging moments of your life. That kind of humor. Not inappropriate bodily function humor at a large family gathering.
I have had countless people approach me at work and say, “You are always smiling. How do you keep that great attitude?” My reply is not what they expect.
“I always say that the quickest way to the jugular is with your teeth bared.” And with that, I flash them a toothy grin.
Yes, my coworkers know to check their stuffy attitudes at the door when they approach my desk.
Life is, in my eyes, too short to be so damn serious. But the point is that when I get stressed, I make sure that I stand up a little taller and force a smile on my face so that my pearly whites guide me through the darkest of times. So that my heart knows that there’s light at the end of the seemingly endless tunnel. It’s not to say that forcing myself to have that attitude has not resulted in a few occasions of uncontrollable sobbing, chocolate consumption, or burying my head in my husband’s arms as I seek protection from the world. But for the most part, I get through the muck and mire, look back and laugh at the universe’s feeble attempt to knock me down. I compare my feeling to the visual of my dogs scratching at the ground with their hind legs as they walk away from doing their “business”; that’s how I feel sometimes. “Take that negative universe!”
Humor is what gets me through the day with a little slice of sanity. Humor is the reason that I don’t sit in the corner wetting on myself when I encounter one of life’s many hiccups. Chapters twenty-eight through thirty-two of LOL 😉 Living Out Loud could completely justify the desire to sit, rocking back and forth, muttering to myself. Then again, those chapters would actually cause most people to run screaming for the hills. Did I retreat from those challenges with my tail between my legs? No. I strapped on a pair of sexy stilettos to enhance how great my “tail” looked, stood strong, and laughed at everything, and everyone, that tried to mar my life with the man of my dreams.
As I said, sometimes I wasn’t strong enough to stay laughing at a situation; sometimes it did take my beautiful husband’s strong arms (and character) to hold me up while he force-fed the positive side of things to me. It was his strength, perseverance and infallible love for me that made me mad enough to laugh in the face of our challenges.
It was that same man’s eyes that offered me a window to his pure soul to see that I was deserving of a positive life with him. This was the man who felt that he was not “worthy” of my love because of his humble upbringing. This was the man who cried (literally) over the burdens that his baggage caused me. This man—this amazing man—was the one who taught me the importance of laughing in the face of adversity.
And so to honour the teachings of the great man that I have been blessed to marry, I have stolen the second “H” and claimed it as my own. Humor. Humor is the second reason for my relationship success.