To be honest, I don't do this as often as I should. I don't at-all-what-so-ever claim to be perfect at this. In fact, I'm the kind of person who will get super mad when I hit my head on my locker door and then hit it in return as if that made a difference. And then my hand hurts, too. And then I get mad again, and cradle my poor, reddened fingers as I glare menacingly at that oh-so-evil locker.
As if it actually did something wrong.
I mentally take a step backward and replay the whole situation in my head through someone else's eyes.
Then suddenly, I start laughing. At myself. I continue to laugh at myself so loud and so hard, my friends ask me if something's wrong with me. I realize how ridiculous and immature I acted, and I shake my head in disbelief.
Does anyone else relate?
I then wonder, "What is God's reaction when we become so angry and frustrated over the smallest things that don't even matter? Does He laugh?"
It's a matter of learning how to laugh at one's self. A lost art, actually. You know, if you don't laugh at yourself now, you won't have anything to laugh at when you're old.
Have you ever laughed at yourself?
Lovely post Miss Hatcher. =) Growing up in my house, it was impossible not to learn to laugh at yourself. I was an extraordinary clumsy and odd child, so whenever I fell down or something, my dad would laugh at me. At first, it made me mad, but then, I learned to laugh at myself. Which means that now, basically, I'm laughing all the time, because I never grew out of my clumsiness or weirdness. =)
ReplyDeleteThat's wonderful! Laughter *is* the bast medicine :D
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