Some say love is the universal language and others say music, but I say it’s laughter. Laughter embodies agape love. Have you listened to the humorous reminiscing and chortles of the elderly? Laughter is music. Have you listened to the giggling melody of children? A person’s laugh is as unique as a snowflake; no two are the same. Snicker, chuckle, giggle, chortle, cackle, snigger, twitter. Of all the gifts bestowed upon humankind, I daily relish the gift of laughter. How sublime to be created by a God who laughs.
Daily life is full of funny happenings and comical events. Amusing memories reside in our hippocampus and visit on our darkest days bringing relief through the offering of laughter. Contagious laughter, an elixir of optimism, produces grins and smiles of plenty. Laughter is a feel-good potion and a universal remedy that soothes our weary souls, finely tunes our attitude, and releases our captive anxiety.
Writing about humor is a therapeutic outlet for me. Mental pictures and metaphors are enlightening. The process of finding words to communicate funny antidotes is invigorating. Humor sprinkled with appropriate satire and sarcasm is entertaining. The laughter connection is completed when shared.
The following is a short funny story.
Remote Control Disease
Women with channel-surfing husbands, this news flash is for you (and pay special attention if your husband is retired). A man, a television, and a remote control are a dangerous combination. Ask yourself these questions. Does he fall asleep with the remote control in his hand? When you try to slowly slide the remote from his fingers, does he wake up and pretend he wasn’t sleeping? Does he deny he has a remote control addiction? Does he race you to the television each evening and dive for the remote? Does he carry the remote to the kitchen between commercials when he makes a snack? Does he stare mesmerized and oblivious to his environment? Does he think there will be television in heaven? Wives, if you answered “yes” to these questions, then take note. Your husband has the dreaded disorder of “T.V.-Remote Control Disease”. There is no known cure and the disease usually progresses. I tried hiding the remote once, but hubby only became grouchy and irritable. Yelling and threatening does not cure this disorder! This is WAR, “Women Against Remotes.” I believe the government needs to allocate funds to study the effects of this disorder on the family and society. This disease appears to be genetically inherited, but only effects the males of the family. I will continue to search for the cure and will immediately let the world know when I discover it.