Finding Humor In All Things
Patty L. Fletcher
Good morning campbellsworld visitors!
This morning I want to talk to you about learning to laugh, in the face of adversity, negativity, and strife.
I want you to understand, that there are always things you can do to make your situation a bit better, and one of those things is finding the humor within.
I have learned over the years that there is medicine in laughter. There is relief in learning to laugh at one’s situation, no matter how bad it might seem, and I have learned that if you do not find something to smile about, even in the very worst of times, those times will destroy you, and in ways that you might never come back from.
Even in the face of death, you can find something to laugh about.
When my mother died, people accused me of not caring. Why? Because rather than sit and lament over her passing, which in all honesty, for her, most likely was a relief, I chose to find the humorous things she did in her life, remember them, laugh about them, and share those stories with others.
When I turned 14-years-old, and our house burned, while a sad thing, I laughed about the fact that no one could yell at me about my room being a mess, because all the rooms in the house were a mess.
When I began to come to terms with the diagnosis of Bipolar Disorder given to me, I found, bought, and wore, a shirt that read, “I used to care, now I take a pill for that.”
One day, I wore that shirt to a support group meeting. It was a bright red color, and the letters were huge.
One of the newer members walked up to me, and in a furious voice said to me, “So, you think this is funny? I want you to take that shirt off!”
My response, was immediate, “Now? Right, here and now?”
Oh! Let me tell you, that young man flew into a rage. He cursed me, yelled at me, pounded his fists into the air at me.
He shouted into my face, “You know perfectly well what I mean!”
I took a breath, steadied myself and asked, “Young man, how long have you been diagnosed?” He feeling I was going to finally recognize his plight answered, “About four months, and it is worse than being told I’m terminally ill.”
I again, took a breath to steady myself and said, as gently as I could, “No, young man, there are much worse things than being diagnosed as a Bipolar, but, if you do not learn to laugh at yourself, it will surely kill you.”
Sadly, we learned he killed himself about 4 months later.
While I felt badly for him, I infuriated half that group because I felt I shared no responsibility for his death.
And, I still do not.
Bipolar is a horrid illness to live with, and I have gone several rounds with it. I have lost a few rounds, but I’m still here fighting the fight. Why? Well, there are many reasons, mostly, hard work, learning what meds work, and what do not, lots of therapy, group, solitary, and even more from deep within, but one of the best things I ever did for myself was to learn to laugh at me.
I have learned to make jokes, to find and lean on the funny things I’ve done because of my illness, and to not take it so serious all the time.
When I was so very sick, this past spring and summer, I laughed and joked with my care givers, and fellow patients on a daily basis.
When I went to physical therapy, people got so they were glad to see me coming. Why? Because no matter how much pain I was in, no matter how hard the work-outs were, no matter how many days I wished my slave-drivers, I mean, therapists would drop off the planet, never to be heard from again, I learned to smile and laugh through it.
You do yourself, nor anyone else around you any good what so ever if you are always wearing a frown, bitching, and moaning, about what all is wrong in your world, and the world around you.
So, if you think me silly, sarcastic, and a bit strange, then I’m living right.
If you’re offended by it, well, I’m sorry for you, and I’ll just have to say to you, take your sorry sad sack somewhere else.
I have spent much too much time sitting round with the Wa Wa outlook on life, and I’m wasting no more time with it.
Yes, Yes, I know how to be serious when need be, but I also know how to smile, and go on with my day.
So, until next time, this is Patty who says, “Smile and the whole world smiles with you. Frown, and you frown alone” and King Campbell, A.K.A Bubba who has a wag, and labby grin for everyone he meets saying…
Keep smiling, it makes’em wonder what you’re up to, may harmony find you, and blessid be.