I wrote this a couple years ago but thought I'd recycle it using the enabling excuse that the joke at the end is kind of Christmasy, isn't it?


A song by Gale Garnett starts like this:

We’ll sing in the sunshine

We’ll laugh everyday.

Along with your one a day everyday vitamins, and your slug of orange juice, a great way to start your day is with a dose of good humor. I do believe that in order to get through this life without having a flare up of mental misery, you need to have a sense of humor, and along with that sense of humor an ability to be spontaneous, to be able to adjust when things don’t go according to how you think they should.

Being able to laugh at ourselves is an absolute necessity. The moment in our lives when we discover that we are not very important in the grand scheme of things is an epiphany of sorts and a bitter pill to swallow for some. But in a way it sets us free, free from taking ourselves so very seriously. Free from thinking that every word we might speak is going to be taken down and printed in future history books.
Sorry to tell you, but it’s not I’m afraid. I believe that our words will blow away with the wind we generated saying them. But that’s o.k. It gives us the freedom to speak our minds or any other sort of gibberish we want and not have to worry about it being quoted. It’s a load off of our intellectual reservoir, which for most of us may not be too deep.

So loosen up and read this little joke and enjoy your day.

A group of chess players were standing in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories. After about an hour, the manager came out of the office and asked them to disperse."But why?", they asked, as they moved off."Because," he said, "I can't stand chess nuts boasting in an open foyer."