Remember When We Could Laugh At Ourselves?
Look, I get that we’re all living in a very serious world. We have important issues and stresses on our existence every day. We don’t know if we’ll be able to record Biggest Loser and watch Glee in real time and then what to do about the new dance show by Paula Abdul? Oh yeah and people are out of work, still fighting to get any sort of real medical assistance without it completely breaking them and we still have a political system that only represents about 10% of our country. But as I like to say, “Other than that Mrs. Lincoln, how did you enjoy the play?” With all the stresses that are put upon us and that we put upon ourselves we seem to have lost one of the only relievers that don’t make us addicted and have to go into rehab like Lindsay, we’ve lost our sense of humor, kids. Remember when we could laugh at ourselves? – Don’t Get Me Started!
I, for one, never stopped laughing at myself nor will I ever. It is my Prozac, my “coping mechanism” and all the other fancy things a therapist would probably tell me (if I could afford one). I think the ability to not take one’s self so seriously is perhaps the greatest gift you can give yourself. It’s okay to make a fool of yourself (in fact it is one of life’s requirements for growing emotionally) as long as you don’t hurt yourself or others. (Though the Jackass boys have made a whole career out of doing both!)
Last year during a normal exam at my doctor’s office he told me I needed to lose weight. Now I’m not what you would call morbidly obese, I just happen to have inherited the only thing that my father’s father and still living father had to pass down to me from the gene pool besides never seeing past the height of 5’5”, a potbelly. No matter how much I starve myself or workout it stays with me like a party guest that has stayed too long in your home. It’s annoying and I can’t seem to get rid of it. I would like to think that I’ve just lost all sense of what I “really” look like, you know like the manorexic boys who really aren’t fat but think they are. But when you go to tie your shoe and feel that gut touch your thighs, you know it’s not some sort of mental illness just some what I like to call, “bad fattitude.” But since I had been working out more regularly, I insisted to the doctor that what was really going on was that I had gained in “muscle mass” (not that I knew what that meant but I had heard it used by people and it sounded as though it might apply in this case) the doctor squeezed my bicep and said, “That’s not it, you need to lose some weight.” Now some might have been offended or crushed by what the doctor said, I on the other hand, just laughed. He was right. I needed to lose weight and was just making an excuse. He called me on it and it was funny. He laughed, I laughed and it allowed me to not get depressed over the fact that I needed to lose weight. It also gave me an opportunity to look up plastic surgeons for a surgical alternative that I knew I would never take…although recently it’s begun to look better and better.
My point is that every day you don’t laugh at yourself there are at least seven people who are laughing at you behind your back because you’re taking yourself too seriously. Look, I’m a short Jewish gay man who has been with a six foot black man who was a former altar boy for the past 22 years. We are the poster children for hate crimes for Chrissakes! Come on, don’t you find that in the least bit funny? I know I do. So do everyone (including yourself) a favor and the next time you think you’re offended or your feelings are hurt, just find a way to laugh about it, even if it’s at your own expense. Sometimes those are the best laughs to be had! Remember when we could laugh at ourselves? – Don’t Get Me Started!
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