The unseen barrier
Sometimes I wonder if I laugh because I find something amusing, or if I laugh simply because it puts me in the only emotional state I feel at ease in. It is a simple enough thing to do, laughing that is. We all have something we can laugh at forever without growing tired of it. It serves as not only a relief point, it is uplifting and contagious as well (one of the few things in the world that is contagious in a good way might I add).
But there are times when I see people around me in pain, I hear people around me in pain, I read about people around me in pain. During these times I wish for nothing less then to take this pain away, just stomp it into a little pile of dust and then sweep it away so as it'll never bother anyone again. In most cases though, I can't do that. Oh I could whine and complain about how it's not fair that I can't help out in every situation or during every dilemma, but whining about it has never changed that little fact, or had a positive outcome in the long run anyway.
I do try to cheer people up by other means though, via a laugh or two. Of course, there are a few problems with that approach, two that I can think of at least.
Problem #1 is the fact that I can't always think of something that might make someone else laugh, and there's nothing worse than when a joke falls flat in a time of distress...then it just seems like you are mocking them in the meanest of fashions. I might also just be so awestruck by the whole ordeal that I myself am left speechless once I learn about it. Trying to come to terms with it myself could, in essence, be as hard for me as the person going through it.
Problem #2 is my sense of humor. It isn't that I have a bad sense of humor per se, it is just that it is more of an acquired taste than anything else. I think people have to actually know me for a while before they can really identify with my sarcastic side, become comfortable with it and laugh whenever it rears its head. Sure, there are times when it is visible for all to see and enjoy, but those are usually rare occasions.
There seems to be a lot of misery floating around my friends page this week and it burdens me more than anything else because, in most cases, I can't so anything to even slightly help the situation. It just doesn't seem right to want to be there for those who are important and valued to you, but not being able to show it in the least. Almost as if there is a piece of glass between me and everyone else, where I can see and hear you sigh in pain...but I can't reach out to comfort anyone.
This isn't the best sentiment to center an entry on, especially when I wanted to start off on the right foot again, but it is all that's running through my head at the moment.
But there are times when I see people around me in pain, I hear people around me in pain, I read about people around me in pain. During these times I wish for nothing less then to take this pain away, just stomp it into a little pile of dust and then sweep it away so as it'll never bother anyone again. In most cases though, I can't do that. Oh I could whine and complain about how it's not fair that I can't help out in every situation or during every dilemma, but whining about it has never changed that little fact, or had a positive outcome in the long run anyway.
I do try to cheer people up by other means though, via a laugh or two. Of course, there are a few problems with that approach, two that I can think of at least.
Problem #1 is the fact that I can't always think of something that might make someone else laugh, and there's nothing worse than when a joke falls flat in a time of distress...then it just seems like you are mocking them in the meanest of fashions. I might also just be so awestruck by the whole ordeal that I myself am left speechless once I learn about it. Trying to come to terms with it myself could, in essence, be as hard for me as the person going through it.
Problem #2 is my sense of humor. It isn't that I have a bad sense of humor per se, it is just that it is more of an acquired taste than anything else. I think people have to actually know me for a while before they can really identify with my sarcastic side, become comfortable with it and laugh whenever it rears its head. Sure, there are times when it is visible for all to see and enjoy, but those are usually rare occasions.
There seems to be a lot of misery floating around my friends page this week and it burdens me more than anything else because, in most cases, I can't so anything to even slightly help the situation. It just doesn't seem right to want to be there for those who are important and valued to you, but not being able to show it in the least. Almost as if there is a piece of glass between me and everyone else, where I can see and hear you sigh in pain...but I can't reach out to comfort anyone.
This isn't the best sentiment to center an entry on, especially when I wanted to start off on the right foot again, but it is all that's running through my head at the moment.