Last night, Emily and I had a good laugh. Emily and I always laugh when we are together. I was thinking about how a few nights ago I was sharing a bed with Claire and we had a good laugh, too.
If you know me at all, you know that I love to laugh. I’m good at laughing, too. I laugh loud, hard, and longer than most other people.
It is also one of my biggest insecurities. Over the course of my life, I’ve grown used to people looking at me weird at restaurants or snapping their heads to see what that noise is at the store. But it goes hand in hand with another one of my biggest insecurities, that I am obnoxious.
The following is a true story.
Last weekend, after a worship meeting, a bunch of people went to Denny’s. and I was sitting next to some funny ones, so I was laughing a lot. Not only that, but our table took up the majority of the seats in that area, so I felt safe and surrounded by people who can tolerate my laugh and I suspect might even find it endearing.
But then, this lady walked past, while I was mid-laugh. She looked right at me and told me that she’d had to listen to my laugh while she ate her dinner and that it was obnoxious. Somehow, by some miracle of God, I did not cry at all in response to that. Still haven’t. I did stop laughing for the evening; it shut me down.
Last night as Emily and I tried to stifle our laughs, and they kept coming up in the silence, I realized that the person who cannot see the joy in a good, whole-hearted, every ounce of you, “oh crap I can’t breathe and I might pee my pants” laugh is someone who knows what it is like to live with a broken heart. Laughing heals so much, it enables sins to be forgiven, bridges to be built.. and I hope to one day be remembered as a person who laughed.
I found some pictures from Facebook to prove how much I love to laugh. enjoy.