Laughter

I laugh a lot. So many things make me laugh.

I laugh at quirky circumstances. There was the time in high school when a classmate started his announcement on the PA three times, thinking he wasn’t being heard. The third time, he started his spiel with “My name is X, and if you don’t know by now …” I was the only one laughing.

I laugh at silly things. My husband and I act silly toward each other — making faces, making silly noises — and I laugh when that happens.

I laugh at really dark humor. I grew up with a sick sense of humor. I can’t give examples of what I laugh at, because I’m a little ashamed of this. Let’s just say I laugh at a lot of the depressing humor coming out of this political cycle.

Kittens. Kittens make me laugh. My husband shows me pictures of kittens all the time so I can laugh. And otters. And baby sloths. Cute things make me laugh. The latest thing was an AI video of kittens in Starbucks aprons making cappuccino. I could watch that for hours.

I laugh at clever wordplay. Especially bad puns. Okay, I groan at those, but close enough. ‘What is the difference between ignorance and apathy? I don’t know and I don’t care.’

I think laughter is a great way of getting through life.