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Friday, June 04, 2010

Laughter Is Always The Best Medicine.

1.) I sometimes laugh when I’m uncomfortable…or being yelled…or in church…or at a funeral. Write about a time when you laughed at an inappropriate time.
I'm a little late in my writer's workshop post. Life, and Facebook's Family Feud has gotten in the way of my blogging. But better late than never, though, and can you believe that I'm going to write about something other than Asia?
I definitely laugh at inappropriate times. Two in particular come to mind.
First was during Christmas Eve service at Leon's family's catholic church. Let me just say that I don't do silent, serious moments well. And even worse for me are catholic church moments. Even in my lowest moments, I will come up with something off the wall to lighten the mood. Now if something funny happens in one of these situations, I'm just screwed. I will laugh without ceasing for embarrassing lengths of time.
Church service was just starting and they were doing their processional down the middle of the church, the alter boys following behind the priest. They got to the dais, or alter, whatever, and one of the alter boys tripped on his little white dress thingy as he was going up the stairs. He stumbled up a couple of the steps and caught himself. I thought it was hilarious.
And then he tripped again.
And I basically just freaking LOST it. I laughed the entire hour. Leon's mom elbowed him and told him to tell me to get it together. Ha. Fat chance. It was by far my favorite Christmas Eve church moment.
The other time was actually when we were meeting with the minister for our wedding. Harold was my family's church's minister and thankfully he was very down to earth and pretty cool. Again, a serious, quiet discussion in his tiny little office.
For no reason at all, I started to laugh. I know it was nerves. But that didn't help to stop. I had tears streaming down my cheeks. My face was contorted into that awful look a person gets when they are trying their darnedest to stop laughing.
It was ugly.
And embarrassing.
Everyone was worried I wouldn't be able to get through the wedding without imploding. I did, however, thanks to the various moments during the ceremony when we could all laugh off the tension. Like the big "Yeehaw" when I came down the isle, jamming the ring on Leon's finger with full sound effects and wee Asia clapping her hands and saying "yay!" after we were pronounced husband and wife.
Knowing me, there have been plenty of other "moments". I do laugh a lot. Usually uncontrollably. Usually late at night. And usually at my husband's expense. Tee hee.


Kim said...

If I were sitting beside you at that church, I'd be laughing too. And I'm laughing now, I think it was the description of the "little white dress thingy" that got me started.

Betty W said...

Ok, now I know I can´t go to church with you! I am so susceptible to laughter. It is so contagious and if someone else starts, I´ll join in! :)

wy-not said...

Oh Lordie those are wonderful-slash-horrible moments aren't they!!! Can I tell you my worst one? It mortifies me to this day, and there was NOTHING wonderful about it. But it was unstoppable. I was in Grade 7 on the earth-shattering day when President John F. Kennedy was assassinated. It seemed like the end of the world. I was devastated - I really was. But when the stunned silence went on and on, then girls started crying, and one girl ran from the room - I started giggling. Oh you cannot imagine my own horror! That was not funny. I like yours much better, the ones that are FUNNY even ever afterward! <3 <3 <3


piecemeal people said...

I think church might make *everyone* laugh. Long periods of forced seriousness are just begging for it, if you ask me...

I have the misfortune of being susceptible to laughing at some people when they get really, really best friend's husband being one of them. I don't know what it is, but when he's really pissed off I find it HILARIOUS. (Unfortunately, so does his wife.)

Anonymous said...

Great stories. I always have to seriously resist the urge to break out into a full smile when someone tells me awful news. I don't know why I want to smile I'm not happy it just happens. I always think I must look like an awful person because it must be obvious I'm holding back a smile..... I would love to find the cure to this awful quirk!!

Evi said...

I am a terrible mother and tend to do my most inappropriate laughing at the expense of my kids own reckless stupidity.
I can totally identify with your church laughing though. For me...I think certain people should not be allowed to sing special numbers until they pass some test. Some are really funny bad! I usually have to leave the room.

Claremont First Ward said...

We totally have this in common............:)