I think we all lose this from time to time and getting it back is usually when we realize it was gone. So, when’s the last time or most memorable time this happened to you? What were the circumstances and how did you get your sense of humor back? Blog away!
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I dated someone who had a very negative world view. I found myself not smiling or laughing as much. More depressingly, I found myself not connecting with other human beings very much. When I broke up with him, I found it hard to find myself as a whole again. Ten months later, I find my sense of humor coming back. It has come back because I have started to connect with other people again. It's been a way of making them, and me, feel comfortable in the interaction.
Sometimes in the middle of the absolute worst shit I will all of a sudden not be able to sustain intensity, stress and solemnitude anymore. Everything will be going to hell, and when the "final straw" makes its appearance all of a sudden dramatic pain appears absurd to me. During the last year when I was going through some intense stuff, sometimes I would find myself on this line between utter despair and collapsed gravity. And I'd fall on the side of whatever, fuck it, this situation is hopelessly horrible and kind of hilarious in a way.
My sense of humor comes in and out. I find it every summer, when I'm not in school, and it goes away when I get busy and stressed out.
I think the real trick would be to keep it around for the stressful shit. I bet it is most useful then.
I was fighting with the organization I was working for about how they ran their programs for kids. Every day was a struggle to get them to hear me out. I would wait weeks for a response from a polite email requesting meetings, outlining worries about the program, suggesting changes...
Luckily, I worked with preschoolers during this time and 3 to 5 the best logic. I wrote down quotes weekly. Quotes like...
4 year old shows me bandages on his arm and tells me the story about how he got them.
Me: Wow, Alex, that must have been painful.
4 yr old: NO! (he looks at me incredulously) It HURT!
3 yr old: My mommy has a big belly. That means she's going to have a baby soon. I'm going to have a baby brother or sister.
other 3 year old: My daddy has a big belly, too. OH! My daddy's going to have a baby!
4 yr old with bandages on his knees from a bicycle accident.
Me: Wow, that sounds scary. Were you wearing a helmet?
4 yr old: A what?
Me: A helmet. You know, to protect your head.
4 yr old: (looks at me like I'm stupid) No-- I have Haaaiiir...!
My best friend was murdered, shot to be exact. I lost any sense of dark humor for years. One day I was watching a Bugs Bunny cartoon, the one where Bugs and Daffy are arguing about which season it is. They go back and forth about duck season to rabbit season to duck season and Elmer Fudd is waiting to shoot one of them. Well, Bugs tricked Daffy into saying duck season and got shot. I laughed, for the first time in years I laughed until my stomach was a jumble and I rolled on the floor.
Now, I can laugh again at the dark things my best friend and I found humor in before she died. I imagine her laughing with me.
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