Some weeks ago, or maybe it wasn't so long ago at all, or maybe I've just dreamed this whole scenario up and everybody in the world is really a figment of my subconscious and no one is really reading this right now because everybody doesn't exist. Whatever the case is, I was asked to write a blog on laughter, and I've neglected this duty. I apologize Kaitlin, so without further ado, here is....laughter.
Hmmm...laughter. You can't think about laughter without feeling a little bit better inside. You could be having the worst day ever, your boyfirend broke up with you (or your girlfriend, I don't know how you roll), you're sick, your pet giraffe just died, nothing is goin right. Next thing you know, your best friend, or recently acquired aquaintance, tells a joke. It's hilarious and you pull a muscle in your lower back from laughing so hard. But even through the excruciating pain in your back, you feel better about everything. It's like looking at....something bad, through rose-colored glasses. It may be terrible, but through the glasses it is given a softer appearance. Bad circumstances close in on us all the time, but with a little laughter, a pair of rose-colored glasses, and a cute puppy to snuggle with, and even more laughter, the sting of awfulness is somewhat dulled. So laugh a lot, love a lot, and hug a puppy today. I promise you will feel better.
I dedicate this post to my Rose-Colored Glasses. Thanks for making the world so much more...rosy.
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