Laughter is a blessing
Today, I laughed haaarrrrdddd!
I’m not sure I remember the last time I laughed this much. I laughed at myself for attending an event where a strange language was spoken. I had to endure the ramblings for two hours. Not to say they weren’t making sense — it’s just that I couldn’t understand a thing. As someone who only speaks English, I was completely lost because the language being spoken certainly wasn’t English.
In between, I let out some loud, attention-grabbing scoffs — failed attempts at containing my laughter — not helped by my friend and colleague, who had earlier tried to discourage me from going. You wouldn’t blame me though; nowhere on the invitation was it mentioned that the event wouldn’t be in English.
At the end of the event, while we were leaving, accompanied by another colleague, something even more hilarious happened. The three of us had already filled the elevator, but someone insisted on entering, holding their hand against the closing doors in an attempt to squeeze in. Not that I mind sharing a tiny space with a stranger, but imagine my excitement when the elevator beeped (signifying an overload/overweight situation) and they had to step out. I let out a strong laugh milliseconds after the elevator started its descent. I can’t say they didn’t notice, and I did feel bad about it later.
Looking back, I can’t help but appreciate these moments — moments where I get to express myself without restraint (even when the restrainer is me). They are rare and only show up when I am with people I believe truly understand me. And I’m grateful for having such people in my life.
Laughter is a blessing. I don’t take it for granted. You shouldn’t either.
