LOL-ing Good Times
Yesterday after work, I went to watch "Ratatouille" with Kenneth. I wanted to watch it the minute I saw the billboard at GV a while ago. Pixar, my favourite animation production so far. The story, of course, is a bit "rataculous". How can a rat cook? But watching it was simply fun and made me laugh. Especially the way Linguini was moving around the restaurant kitchen with Remy controlling him. Though I'm not into animation or the making of it like our DES students, I'm awed by the details of the graphic during movements, the scenes, every characters in the movie. It was really enjoyable.
I'm reminded of how much I used to laugh...a lot. I remember a couple of girlfriends from my class in Secondary School. We used to study together, hang out, oogle at guys, make penpals, talk about anything under the sun. You can imagine the amount of laughter from the fun things we say and do. It's ridiculous. We laughed without restraints (within good morals). I think that's what good friends are like. I mean, not just the laughter, but being able to have the liberty in each others' presence. No particular image to keep up, act, behave "properly".
Nowadays, we find ourselves differentiating humour. Corny, cheesy, cold. There's nothing wrong with taking pride in the "high" level of humour we think we have, but seriously ridiculing the "substandard" humour displayed by others, that's not very nice. We roll our eyes, raise one eyebrow, telling them outright that it's not that funny. I'm pointing the finger at myself, actually. Though more often than not, unless the joke is cruel and/or crude, I think I'm quite supportive like, hmm hmm!! :) Sometimes I find myself feeling guilty for the things I laugh at - you know, the racist ones... but I'm consciously trying not to initiate any of such jokes. Laughing at them would still need a substantial amount of control. Phew!
I enjoy laughing, oh, I do. I laughed at myself, I laughed to cover up awkwardness, hurt, and sadness - part of growing up and dealing with the cruel world of sarcastic and idiotic people. I enjoy the times when I laughed uncontrollaby. Laughter is contagious. Sometimes people tell me that it's not so much the joke I laughed at that made them laugh, but more because of my laughter. I think that's a good thing. Well, it makes me happy.
I think the fact that I feel I miss that part of me shows that I haven't laughed as much. For reasons I don't know, or maybe I do, I've been looking for it at the wrong place and in the wrong people, perhaps. Oh, but life is not just about laughing our heads off every minute of our life, of course. I don't think I want to live in that kind of "high" life constantly. I'd probably literally die of laughter. Life is not a joke. Yet, there's a time for everything, including a time to laugh, according to King Solomon, the wisest man (Ecclesiastes 3:4). It makes life more manageable. A way to "deal with it".
Yesterday I scheduled an appointment with Belinda, a former counsellor at Student Wellnes & Counselling Centre in campus when I was tranferred there for about 2 years. She's one of those I really feel comfortable being around. She's the least judgmental person I've known and I felt much freedom in expressing my thoughts. I was really sad when she left. So, I can't wait to meet up with her next month. Yoohoo!
Anyway, back to the issue about laughter...hmmm...a serious way of tackling such a subject. Like I mentioned, there seems to be a caste system in humour too. Queer. Witty = Good. Cold/Corny = Bad. Even within that category holds differently levels (e.g. his jokes are cornier). Oh, I'm not the judge, but I believe I have a good sense of humour, by my standard...haha. Like, somebody said something like "shrimps in spasm". That caught me off guard. It was difficult to stop laughing because my imagination got the better of me. Visualize shrimps in fits.
I'm sure what ticks off a person differs from person to person. And behind that humour is an accumulated trail of experiences, of which are mostly unknown to those around that individual. Instead of telling that person how cold or corny that person's joke is, try to open your own heart and understand why it's funny for that person and laugh with them. That's what a true friend would do.
Somehow, laughing out (not necessarily loudly) is associated with immaturity. Some people's thinking pattern just allow them to go that far. Humour prematuredly subsides. Sigh... so sad right? Let it bloom, let your hair down, and laugh your heads off. Roll on the floor if you can. The wise man say, there's a time to laugh, too. Rejoice with those who rejoice, that's empathy, isn't it? And if you really can't, don't stop others from enjoying themselves.
I'm reminded of how much I used to laugh...a lot. I remember a couple of girlfriends from my class in Secondary School. We used to study together, hang out, oogle at guys, make penpals, talk about anything under the sun. You can imagine the amount of laughter from the fun things we say and do. It's ridiculous. We laughed without restraints (within good morals). I think that's what good friends are like. I mean, not just the laughter, but being able to have the liberty in each others' presence. No particular image to keep up, act, behave "properly".
Nowadays, we find ourselves differentiating humour. Corny, cheesy, cold. There's nothing wrong with taking pride in the "high" level of humour we think we have, but seriously ridiculing the "substandard" humour displayed by others, that's not very nice. We roll our eyes, raise one eyebrow, telling them outright that it's not that funny. I'm pointing the finger at myself, actually. Though more often than not, unless the joke is cruel and/or crude, I think I'm quite supportive like, hmm hmm!! :) Sometimes I find myself feeling guilty for the things I laugh at - you know, the racist ones... but I'm consciously trying not to initiate any of such jokes. Laughing at them would still need a substantial amount of control. Phew!
I enjoy laughing, oh, I do. I laughed at myself, I laughed to cover up awkwardness, hurt, and sadness - part of growing up and dealing with the cruel world of sarcastic and idiotic people. I enjoy the times when I laughed uncontrollaby. Laughter is contagious. Sometimes people tell me that it's not so much the joke I laughed at that made them laugh, but more because of my laughter. I think that's a good thing. Well, it makes me happy.
I think the fact that I feel I miss that part of me shows that I haven't laughed as much. For reasons I don't know, or maybe I do, I've been looking for it at the wrong place and in the wrong people, perhaps. Oh, but life is not just about laughing our heads off every minute of our life, of course. I don't think I want to live in that kind of "high" life constantly. I'd probably literally die of laughter. Life is not a joke. Yet, there's a time for everything, including a time to laugh, according to King Solomon, the wisest man (Ecclesiastes 3:4). It makes life more manageable. A way to "deal with it".
Yesterday I scheduled an appointment with Belinda, a former counsellor at Student Wellnes & Counselling Centre in campus when I was tranferred there for about 2 years. She's one of those I really feel comfortable being around. She's the least judgmental person I've known and I felt much freedom in expressing my thoughts. I was really sad when she left. So, I can't wait to meet up with her next month. Yoohoo!
Anyway, back to the issue about laughter...hmmm...a serious way of tackling such a subject. Like I mentioned, there seems to be a caste system in humour too. Queer. Witty = Good. Cold/Corny = Bad. Even within that category holds differently levels (e.g. his jokes are cornier). Oh, I'm not the judge, but I believe I have a good sense of humour, by my standard...haha. Like, somebody said something like "shrimps in spasm". That caught me off guard. It was difficult to stop laughing because my imagination got the better of me. Visualize shrimps in fits.
I'm sure what ticks off a person differs from person to person. And behind that humour is an accumulated trail of experiences, of which are mostly unknown to those around that individual. Instead of telling that person how cold or corny that person's joke is, try to open your own heart and understand why it's funny for that person and laugh with them. That's what a true friend would do.
Somehow, laughing out (not necessarily loudly) is associated with immaturity. Some people's thinking pattern just allow them to go that far. Humour prematuredly subsides. Sigh... so sad right? Let it bloom, let your hair down, and laugh your heads off. Roll on the floor if you can. The wise man say, there's a time to laugh, too. Rejoice with those who rejoice, that's empathy, isn't it? And if you really can't, don't stop others from enjoying themselves.
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