In Search of My Sense of Humour.
Pity Parties.!!!!! I had never heard the expression before.! A lady was being interviewed on a T.V. programme about living with and fighting cancer.
She said that occasionally she would have a ´´Pity Party´´ i.e. feeling really sorry for herself., either alone or sometimes sh´d call a friend or FRIENDS..... They would all gather around with something nice to eat and drink and talk, talk talk. She cries when she needs to , some friends cry with her........ then the following day....... that´s it! Pity Party over for now. She holds her head high and does what she can with her day. Never expecting too much of herself.
It struck me as a wonderful way to deal with any long standing problem. Whether it be cancer, or a loss or depression. Anything that could really get you down , if you don´t help yourself. If you never want to be the sort of person who is continually thinking´´poor me´´, then a ´pity party, may be just the thing for you. Positive thinking can be a pain in the neck if you´ve been feeling negative for a long time and if you feel you have good reason to be negative, but positive thinking is essential if you want to remain at least a modicum of happiness.
I´d recommend reading the hubpage of Dream On. He´s the only person l know who doesn´t seem to understand what a negative thought is. He sees good in everything, and everyday.! I guarantee Dream On will put a smile on your face
Personally , that is what l need at the moment , a smile a laugh, in fact l just need my sense of humour to come back.. l can´t remember when l lost it?
Where is the Dim who wrote hubs like ´´Good reasons to keep breathing´´ and ´´Toyland ! Here we come´´ Or ´´Say goodbye to the BMW´´ or ´´I live in a biscuit tin´´ ?????????
For sure, Dim Flaxenwick is still here (but where´s my sense of humour?).
I´m here feeling grateful to a multitude of hub friends who have shown so much empathy through their comments and E mails. I couldn't have asked for better friends. Yes of course l have some really good friends , who sadly live far away from me, l have a wonderful husband, yet , still there has been nothing quite like the unexpected rush of support and love l´ve had coming from hubfriends.
Your commens have left tears in my eyes on a good day and left me sobbing on a bad day, both with joy in my heart. Thank you so much ACAETNNA ..........ALASAR PACKER........
EIDDWEN...........ASTRA NOMIK.......... BLAISE25..... SADDLERIDER1..... MAGGIE MAY..
MICKY DEE......... EPIGRAMMAN ........... DOORMATTNOMORE.......CRE8IVONE..........
SUNNIE DAY ......... MOVIE MASTER........TNDRHRT23 ...... DEE DEE LAW.........TSMOG.
LADY TENAZ.......... SILVERGENES.........VOCALCOACH......CAGSIL........... MCKBIRDSBKS
DARKNLOVELY3436......... JENUBOUKA.........TEYLINA.......EXOTIC HIPPIE QUEEN......ZZRON
LUCKY CATS.........WANNABEWESTERN........ AND at
the risk of repeating myself. Dream On.....
If l´ve left anyone out, don´t let it go. TELL ME!! l can fix it..
It´s only thanks to you that i´ve found the inner strength to go in search of my sense of humour. I´ve looked under the bed. , but it wasn't there. I tried the bathroom amongst all the creams and lotions and make up and perfumes .......Nope! No sense of humour there.
l tried my kitchen cupboards, one at a time, but each time l opened the door a gruff voice would shout.....´´GET OUT´´ or ´´GO AWAY´´ ´´CLOSE ME, PLEASE´´´´ was the most polite answer l got from the kitchen cupboards. Gradually l had to accept the fact that the kitchen is my husbands´domain (no complaints for that) apart from the washing machine,and er no the washing machine was not closeting my sense of humour..
So, emboldened by my Pity Party avalanche of encouragement from all you hub friends I continued my search.
I tried the wardrobes and at least had a minor response.... The first door I opened, I was greeted with laughter followed by ´´You don´t seriously think you´ll ever fit into any of us again do you?. Move along fatty!!!. I did as I was told only to be met by my favourite flowing, flowery, brightly coloured, but flimsy, Summer Wear. More laughter. ´´Move on , Dim, unless you´re going home for a visit. You´ll not need any of us in he North of England.´´´´
Okay.! Slightly saddened by the truth of this, i approached the sensible suits.(moi?) SENSIBLE SUITS?. Have I morphed into my grandmother ? They said nothing. They know better. No way will I find my sense of humour amongst sensible suits. Sheesh.......Aha! Plenty of pinks and purples and gold, silver and all things sparkly as accessories. Gottcha!.
That´s a bit better, but I still haven´t found my complete sense of humour .Where oh where can it be?. Not in the wardrobe, nor under the bed, not in the kitchen or bathroom. Not on a bookshelf, nor on my desk.. Where can I find it, ? I need it so much. May I leave a suggestion box on my page, please.???
Meanwhile I´ll try looking inside myself, maybe it´s not lost, just hiding deep down inside me No Pity Party today for me, thanks to you..... All of YOU.........
The picture below is one of many that make me smile. It helps, a little to see humour in all walks of life.