The other day I was talking to one of my neighbors and she mentioned that her first impression of me was that I am shy. She said that as she gotten to know me more, she has discovered that I'm not shy at all. I said, "No, I'm just quiet." Anyway, that conversation got me thinking of a couple of things that for some strange and unknown reason, I decided to share. Probably out of boredom.
A little while after that conversation, I reflected back on it and thought of how one time I decided that if I were at a church activity or something of the like where they have people answer the question of what's something that others might not know about you that I would say that I'm actually a funny person. Mostly because I tend to be a very quiet person around people I don't know all that well. And because I quite often crack myself up. In fact, one of my favorite quotes (can't remember who said it) is: The most wasted of all days is that in which we have not laughed. Or something like that. I will add that I was quite proud of myself for striking up some conversation in the Little Caesar's while waiting among the large crowd of people, who were also waiting. (Discovered through that conversation that one shouldn't attempt to go to Texas Roadhouse for dinner on New Year's Eve unless you get there REALLY early.)
From that little train of thought, I started to think about how my parents (especially Mom) taught us how to laugh at ourselves and to keep a sense of humor about things. (An example of keeping a sense of humor about things might be the day when Russ had his foot run over by a forklift. He had been planning on going snowboarding after work that day and when they called to tell me about the accident, I said, "Well, I guess he's not going snowboarding." I really don't think the guy who called me expected a reaction like that, by the way.) I am really quite grateful to them for teaching me this and hope that I can teach it to my children. There are times I think I'm failing miserably at that though. Maybe it's something that's easier to teach them when they get a little older. Or one can hope, anyway.
That's pretty much as far as my thoughts went on that subject. You're probably wondering why you bothered to read this post. Me too. I'm actually wondering why I wrote it. Man, I really need to find a hobby, don't I.
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Nice bit of rambling. I totally 'get' what you mean about reactions of things--like Russ and the forklift. It must be something we learned. I remember when Jr. rolled over on Dad and broke his shoulder. I showed up when the ambulance did and instead of freaking out I walked over to where he was laying on the ground and asked him why he didn't get out of the way. Then Don gave me a handful of change that had fallen out of his pocket when he fell and I said "Hey, jackpot!". Only I thought I was funny. The only bad part is that we really don't show emotions to any extreme. If you can call that bad. But we crack ourselves up, so at least we are laughing on the inside. :)
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