All self-help books emphasize the importance of humour to ward off depression, being in a downward spiral and overall negative feelings. I have been blessed (sometimes it feels like a curse) with an abundance of humour.
I can find something funny in nearly every situation and there are life events that call for a serious take (that is what I mean by a curse). Even at my Dad’s funeral, it was probably in bad taste, but I could not help myself from making all who loved him laugh. He would have laughed too.
I am not going into the ‘ins and outs’ of what makes people crack a smile as that is too wide a variety and would take too long, instead I shall tell you how my morning began. First off, some background, when my Mom first got dentures I was a bit freaked out to see them out of her mouth. Just me. Right after, she got them, one night she was playing with them and I hear a plonk, look over and there on the living room floor are her teeth, smiling up at me. I was not happy.
My Mom has dementia now and has not worn dentures in years (which is another freaky thing for me) and what do I find first thing this morning on the carpet? Her teeth. Good thing I can see the humour.
Laugh if you will, we all have pet peeves. I have hidden the dentures. Please God, do not let her find them. 🙏 😀