Chortle: (n) a breathy, gleeful laugh.
What is your percentage?
What is the percentage of the things that happen in life that you find funny?
But also, if you think everything is a joke, somebody eventually gets the commitment papers signed and puts you away.
For instance, I don’t take government seriously at all. People who encourage me to vote because “every vote counts” are always complaining to me within a few weeks after the election–because every vote didn’t count.
There is a certain number of lamentations which can be changed into jubilations simply by altering one’s perspective.
For instance, some people take religion deadly somber. But you see, since we do not know if there is anything after death, it’s really not necessary to speak definitively or act pious.
What percentage of the things that happen in life do you find worthy of a chortle instead of needing to be treated as immortal?
I certainly think that every human soul, if he or she is to maintain sanity, needs to have a chortle meter set at 51 or above. Yes, over half of the things that we muse, confuse, diffuse and refuse end up being just meaningless worry which collected on us like morning dew, waiting for the sun to burn it away.
And as I get older, my percentage of laughs has increased, and therefore, in my opinion, my sanity is bolstered.
When I heard about the “war on Christmas” I laughed. Nobody’s gonna mess with Christmas. It’s when everybody makes their money.
When somebody told me that immigrants were causing problems in this country, it crossed my mind that this might be a color issue, colored by how these individuals view coloration.
Sometimes I giggle to myself because I don’t want to hurt the feelings of those who have brought a whole platter of difficulty and expect it to be honored.
What is your percentage? Are you prepared to go crazy with every piece of lunacy that leaps at us from the moon?
Or have you set your mind in the direction of silliness, allowing yourself the benefit of releasing your frustration–through a good old-fashioned chortle?