Stop Taking Yourself So Seriously
We all have such strong opinions on things, don’t we? Each of us feel very convicted about something. We have Conservatives, Liberals, Environmentalists, Pro-Choice, Anti-Abortion, Attachment Parenting, Sexual Liberators, Prudes, and Passionate Activists of every single walk of life.
And this is good! This is wonderful. If it weren’t for the convictions of passionate people, change would not be possible. The problem is not the cause itself. Rather, when we become identified with our causes, we can get lost. Being identified with something means to personalize it. It becomes a statement of “this is who I AM now!” And of course, you are never your cause or anything other than an immortal being of this Universe.
So why can this be a problem?
When we get very enmeshed in a cause, we can lose sight of the lighter side of this existence. There’s a lot of fun to be had in this life. There’s a lot of laughter to be had. And this lightness of being requires one thing.
STOP TAKING YOURSELF SO SERIOUSLY!
Let’s face it. We all want one thing. When you clear away all the bullshit and all the psycho-babble and all the things that we think we need in order to live a full life, there’s only one thing left. I want to be happy.
I don’t need to be right. I don’t need to make you wrong. There’s a million and one ways to skin a cat and none of them are right. And none of them are wrong. None of it, at the end of the day even matters. And you’ll see. I’ll continue to write about what blows my hair back…what drives me. We can’t help this. We all have ’causes’ that we will nurture and cultivate. Some of us will really fight for what we believe in. This is good. It’s all part of the journey. But it’s not the point of the journey.
What could possibly be more important than our happiness? And what contributes more to our happiness than our ability to laugh a little; play a little; be silly; be zany; be nuts.
You might think that the purpose of life is to be conscious. Baaa! That’ll happen anyway. It’s an inevitability. You might think the purpose of life is what you do throughout your life. Baaa! Makes no difference. While we can do many things that may enrich our lives, they’re not the point.
Learn to laugh at yourself. Of course, this requires us to be unattached to life, on a lot of levels. I’ll give you an example of this. Growing up having Crohn’s Disease was really, really difficult. But there were some really great aspects of it too. I could fart louder than my dad…and that was no small feat. Not only could I fart in these massive, clapping, earth-shattering sounds, the smell could (and often did) clear a room. To top this off, when I was able to have this effect, especially on my sister, I would often pee my pants laughing. It would make my entire day to gross out my family and friends to the point of gagging. I literally got 2 decades of hysterical laughter out of this!
I guess I come by all of this honestly. As referred to above, my dad is a master farter. He’s the guy that literally blows people out of the room with his stench. He literally (and this is no joke) blasts holes through his underwear. When I was about 5 or 6 years old, we had my grandparents stay with us over Christmas. Because of sleeping arrangements, I somehow ended up crashing with my dad. I woke up Christmas morning and looked straight into the ass cheeks of my sleeping dad. Great. Before I could roll for cover, he blew a fart of such gargantuan proportions, I’m surprised he didn’t blow my head clean off. He of course, woke himself up with the sound of his own fart and laughed hysterically while I ran to the bathroom to see if I still looked the same.
I’m very lucky to have very funny parents and a sister who can make me laugh maybe harder than anyone. My husband has, even recently, made me pee my pants laughing. Some of my closest friends are even raunchier than I am…you know who you are, Michelle. And I love this. Because, how good does it feel to do and say outrageous, disgusting, over-the-top things? IT’S AWESOME.
When was the last time you did something totally pointless and silly and insane? When was the last time you laughed until you cried…or peed your pants? If it hasn’t been recently, then get on with it! What else are we here for? How infectious is it when you see others smiling a really broad, authentic smile? Or when you hear someone killing themselves laughing?
The point is to find that place within us that is light and fun and impartial and happy. You may think that your life circumstances won’t allow for that. I call you out on that. If I can find the space to laugh at my own farts that were coming out of a diseased and pain-ridden body, you can find the same space.
Kids are masters at this. We think, as adults, we’re the more refined, grown-up, evolved generation. We’re not! They know how to laugh at themselves. They know how to have fun under any circumstance. The ability to be silly and zany is not a mark of juvenile behaviour. It’s the mark of someone who knows how to be happy.
And yes, that is me in the picture. It was taken a few years ago, but I have probably hundreds of similar pictures to choose from. I just can’t help myself.No Comments »